I'm looking at Saturdays adventure as one that began on Thursday. Thursday I started the DSD for the first time and I did the same on Friday. This could be why some things happened as they did.
Friday night, after a grueling two 14-hour days, I get a call from my landlady informing me that the only street access I have is completely blocked by some earth-hippie thing. So what is my only option at 1215 at night when I'm checking my voicemail after work? FREAK OUT. I called home only to get grandma, which only succeeds in frustrating me more because she has no handle on reality anymore.
But I have resolved to get up and try my best. I set my alarm and crawl in with the BF. Only to wake up really really late because my phone was on vibrate. It was 9am and I needed to be at my folks at 8am to get the truck. Oops. So I speed down the interstate, and would have been home by 10am, but the exit sign on 495 got in my way.
Did you know that they total cars when the air bag is deployed? So my folks wont be getting my car after all :(
After all is said and done, we don't get up into the city until about 230 and the truck needs to be in by 4. On top of that, my father, he who never gets lost, got lost. A few phone calls gets us an extension for the truck, but the issue of the hippie party is still at hand. It was set up in such a way as to block just the dead end streets... I'm sure I'm not the only one who was inconvenienced by this whole stupid set up. Fortunately, a little negotiation with the police got the UHaul in, but my folks couldn't leave until the Hippie Fest was over (so much for the extension on the truck...).
Fortunately I had my BF and my brother as extra hands to mom, dad and me... I was glad of the extra help, especially since I was sporting a sprained wrist. This was, however, the first time my folks got to meet Brent. Everyone was out of it, and the whole thing did not go as I hoped it would. My folks hardly said anything to him, him to them and I had just been in a car accident and was still suffering from the double DSD that I could hardly function, so I couldn't get them to interact. It was poo.
...as was the rest of the day. But on the brighter side of things, I was victorious in moving, regardless of the obstacles.
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