Sunday, February 25, 2007

Mercury is going retrograde on my ass

Oh, an eventful weekend thus far. Waaaaay more than one post. So let's start with Friday, shall we?

I've been planning to have an Independence Day party for the last few weeks, to celebrate one year of living on my own and being able to take care of myself. I invited three of my good friends from work over for a slumber party, and have been looking forward to it a ton. And yet, I was the last person to arrive at said party. How? Funny you should ask.

There's this kid who lives on the bottom floor of my building named Barry. He's a good kid. He's got ADHD so badly, and he seems to be kind of lonely and stuff, but he's a good kid, and he walks Shadow for me on days when I'm going to be late, or whenever he's bored. He came up Friday evening while I was cleaning to walk Shadow. Before he had even gotten down the hallway, one of our neighbors was calling to him to let him know that his mom was in the hospital from having a panic attack. Barry's 12, and can't drive, and this woman's son had her car at work. I asked if she was ready to come home, and the neighbor assured me she was. So, with a great sigh, I got Barry in the car and drove him downtown to get his mom.

Well, Kathie, Barry's mom, it turns out, was not so much done. At all. And Barry could not think of a single person he could call to pick them up and take them home. Hoookay, I want and need good karma, right? So I say, no problem, call when you're ready, and I'll bring you home. Barry wants to stay. Kathie, barely being able to move and all, was not sold on that, and he pitched a little hissy before letting me drive him home. Meanwhile, please imagine me calling my friends like, "I should be home in 30 minutes, so just hang out. Sorry!"

So I stop and get Barry and I some dinner, and I drop him off at his apartment, thinking it's going to be two or three in the morning before Kathie is ready to leave. Nope! 45 minutes later she called and was ready to come home. Barry and I drove back out there, 20 minutes one way, and pick her up. We're about half-way home when she asked if I could drop her off at her car. Sure, where's your work? Oh, Brownsburg, just about 30 minutes out of town. (Please insert pictures of me twitching.) The only time I showed to them that I was testy (because poor Kathie really has had a bad few months) was when Barry was like "I want to ride home with Angie!" I was like "NO." And then I realized I sounded like an asshole, so I softened it, but still, NO.

So it was about 10:15 by the time I got to my sleepover. Heh. It still ended up being really fun, though. We ate cheesecake, watched Hitch and Say Anything and just had a good time. Saturday morning, my friend Suzy made a sun-dried tomato and mozzerella casserole and home-made cinnamon rolls, which were SO delicious. So whoever thinks sleepovers should be limited to teenagers really just haven't had one recently.

In the next edition: Parents being evil! A sandwich straight from God! Weather straight from hell! And Guster in concert! Fun times.

1 comment:

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