I have a knack for fucking things up.
And breaking hearts.
And being broken.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Sunday, February 4, 2007
More like, MegaBust
Here's the thing about my life... nothing can ever be executed without an obstacle, or five.
What was supposed to happen Saturday:
Randy takes Grace and me to Milwaukee by 11am. Her and I meet Chris and we drive his friend to the O'Hare Airport. We spend the day in Chicago and say "hi" to Sue at the Field Museum. That night we go to Logan Square Auditorium and see Camera Obscura and The Essex Green at 9:30pm.
What happened Friday night:
Unmerciful weather (that, alcohol, or both, see: "Boozehound") impairs my judgment and I severely sprain my ankle.
What really happened Saturday:
Randy and I spend 3 hours of the morning in the ER getting my ankle x-rayed. We leave, with me on crutches, being told to stay off my feet for at least 2 days. In the meantime, Chris has departed for Chicago. Randy and I pick up Grace (and Brian) and head to Milwaukee. During the drive, I call the MegaBus and purchase tickets to Chicago. The woman says the bus will arrive at 3:30pm.
We eat lunch at Alterra, you know, have a nice time. Grace and I are dropped off at the bus stop early. Then, we wait. And wait. I call MegaBus, to find out the bus was on time and that it came at 3:00pm. We would have made the bus if we were in Chicago going to Milwaukee, and if the MegaBus lady knew how to properly convey information over the telephone.
At this point, Chris has been in Chicago all day, we just lost twenty bucks, missed our bus and won't be able to leave again until about six, landing us in Chicago around eight or nine. I call Blair and he agrees to let us use his car to drive to Chicago. Grace and I drive to Chicago, meet Chris, hit up Dunkin Donuts/ Baskin Robbins combo, loiter, wait 5 minutes for a parking spot that was never meant to be and finally get to Logan Square.
The concert was phenomenal. I'm infatuated with Tracyanne Campbell and all her elegance and timidness.
Well, I'm off to inflate my air cast and practice some mad crutchin'.
Alison.
What was supposed to happen Saturday:
Randy takes Grace and me to Milwaukee by 11am. Her and I meet Chris and we drive his friend to the O'Hare Airport. We spend the day in Chicago and say "hi" to Sue at the Field Museum. That night we go to Logan Square Auditorium and see Camera Obscura and The Essex Green at 9:30pm.
What happened Friday night:
Unmerciful weather (that, alcohol, or both, see: "Boozehound") impairs my judgment and I severely sprain my ankle.
What really happened Saturday:
Randy and I spend 3 hours of the morning in the ER getting my ankle x-rayed. We leave, with me on crutches, being told to stay off my feet for at least 2 days. In the meantime, Chris has departed for Chicago. Randy and I pick up Grace (and Brian) and head to Milwaukee. During the drive, I call the MegaBus and purchase tickets to Chicago. The woman says the bus will arrive at 3:30pm.
We eat lunch at Alterra, you know, have a nice time. Grace and I are dropped off at the bus stop early. Then, we wait. And wait. I call MegaBus, to find out the bus was on time and that it came at 3:00pm. We would have made the bus if we were in Chicago going to Milwaukee, and if the MegaBus lady knew how to properly convey information over the telephone.
At this point, Chris has been in Chicago all day, we just lost twenty bucks, missed our bus and won't be able to leave again until about six, landing us in Chicago around eight or nine. I call Blair and he agrees to let us use his car to drive to Chicago. Grace and I drive to Chicago, meet Chris, hit up Dunkin Donuts/ Baskin Robbins combo, loiter, wait 5 minutes for a parking spot that was never meant to be and finally get to Logan Square.
The concert was phenomenal. I'm infatuated with Tracyanne Campbell and all her elegance and timidness.
Well, I'm off to inflate my air cast and practice some mad crutchin'.
Alison.
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