So tonight I was supposed to go to a meeting for an art song group a friend of mine is starting.
I am not there, and this is why:
7:00 – Finish teaching. Huh, it’s raining a bit. Put on waterproofs.
7:00-7:45 – Bike to the general area of where the meeting is. Get pretty wet (since my boots aren’t waterproof and my stylish waterproof coat has a hole in it).
7:45 – Realize I have no idea what a) the name of the church we’re meeting at is, and b) exactly what intersection it’s at.
7:45-8:00 – Keep biking, hoping that I’ll recognize the place when I see it. Even though I’ve never been there before.
8:00 – Stop and try to call my friend who’s organizing the group.
8:01 – Realize my phone is out of batteries.
8:02 – Sidle up to a Starbucks to pick up their wifi signal.
8:03 – Discover that my Ipod, which was in my pocket, is wet and acting really weird.
8:04 – Go into Starbucks, buy a latte, and try to log in to the wifi and get into my inbox.
8:04-8:20 – Wrestle with my Ipod (GAAAAAAAAAHHHH), which is freezing, opening random programmes, opening and closing windows, and generally being really fucking annoying.
8:20 – Finally get into my inbox and comb it for relevant emails.
8:27 – Find the original email invite.
8:28 – Find that the email doesn’t contain the name or address of the church.
8:29 – Say, “Oh, fuck it” and go home, getting soaked to the skin in the process.
Seriously. If I believed in God I’d say he was trying to keep me away.
Anyway. I’ve sent an apology email, gotten into dry clothes (EVEN MY BRA WAS DAMP), eaten massive amounts of carbs, and tried to get the dogs to go outside and pee, I’m feeling more or less human again. And my Ipod seems to have recovered from its seizure, thankfully.
Now for some beer and ice cream, I think.