On the Highway to Hell!

Okay...so, last Saturday I had planned to go to Dark Lady and then head to Mirabar. But, as they say, the best laid plans....

So I went to meet up with Grace and Ryan at the Providence Place Mall and then we were going to go over there together. Grace was still with her two younger cousins, so we went to take them home -- of course stopping at Newport Creamery for food and ice cream on the way -- and then we headed to the Dark Lady.

It was PACKED. We were late, but it was still early for it to be that crowded. Matt was over at Mirabar, and he had to leave early, so I saw him for about thirty seconds out on the sidewalk (sad face!) And inside....wowza mcwowza! TONS of people! It was thoroughly exciting and tons of fun.

And the big triumph of the night? There's a guy in Providence, who shall remain unnamed, but I've had lustbunnies for him for like two year now, and he actually flirted with me! I'm pretty much feeling like the sexiest thing ever right now.

So we never actually left to go to Mirabar, but we had a total blast.

So I got up the next morning, went to the Easter Sunday service with my family. We had an Easter dinner, just the family no extended family, around 2 pm. That was all the Easter we did, which was more than fine with me. I never used to get sick (before they put me on immunosupressants) but for some reason I was always sick at Easter. I can remember maybe twice being sick when it wasn't Easter in my whole life, so it's not my favorite holiday.
I did enjoy the couple of hours I spent at Trixx that night though!
We road tripped back from Pennsylvania, and it was quite an adventure. Meghan, Dara, Amanda, and I. Oooh boy! That was an adventure -- and I'm not even talking about the guy that Amanda and I saw peeing at the gas station. Ewwwwwwww. Meghan and I left my house and headed into Connecticutt, up to Massachusetts to grab Dara and Amanda. We switched off driving each time we stopped, so each of us (except Dara) drove once for three or four hours. It was a much longer trip than the usual six hour drive I have when I go it alone. Not sure how or why that happens. We did go a totally different route though, we got on 84 in Massachusetts and took that all the way to Scranton, PA, where we got on 81 and took that down to 83.
At one point we got off to find a McDonald's for lunch. Rhonda was giving us directions to the nearest McDonald's, but she left out a little teeny tiny turn we had to do. Amanda was driving, and in perfect Amanda-style she pulled a double u-turn -- effectively a three quarter circle -- in the middle of the road to get us back on track. That was maybe my favorite moment.

My least favorite moment? We stopped by the mall I work at along the way, since we were going by and I had a paycheck there.
Or thought I had a paycheck there but apparently several hours of work I did have either gone missing, or the check is being mailed to me. Since I'm not getting hours except for the once-a-month overnight, I'm livid. I need the money!! I don't know how I'm scraping together enough for all of the bills this month, but I'm betting I'm calling Grandma for help again this month. And the job hunt isn't going well because I'm seriously busy -- which makes me wonder, could I even work another job? If it's not late at night, I don't know.
Anyways, that's neither here nor there.The best part was discovering that if we photographed cars that were moving slowly in the high speed lane, they would speed up.

PS Since I know that the saga of Katie's foot is becoming epic, I wanted to share with you the latest update: she went to physical therapy and the therapist told her that her foot was not sprain but was in fact broke. Shocked? I'm not. So she's going to see -- surprise, surprise -- another doctor! But she's getting a second opinion and hopefully this doctor won't be so...much like the last one.

And in answer to the question people keep asking me -- yes, I'm still very bitter. :P

(Pictures in this post courtesy of Ryan, Amanda!) (And thanks to Rhonda, below, for the directions and adventures...)

"You can't leave footprints in the sands of time by sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave buttprints in the sands of time?"

That's probably my new favorite quote. And it leads to the questions we should ask ourselves every night: "Was today a footprint day, or was today a buttprint day?" If you ever answer "Buttprint", you have to hope to do better the next day.

I did not have a buttprint day yesterday or today. I'm not sure it was particularly footprinty, but I was sure busy and definitely covered a lot of distance.
After just an hour and a half of sleep (I was having insomnia somethin' awful!) I woke up at 8:00, finished packing and prepping, and then...Meghan arrived! An hour later we were off and running. The road trip had begun!

We only stopped once, three hours in, two eat and switch drivers. I worked in an hour "nap", but it was one of those naps when you're still kind of aware of what's going on so it didn't really help. Then I drove for the next while til we got to Meghan's boyfriend's house. He, his parents, and some of his friends were there. We stopped for a few hours, went out to dinner, and just sort of chilled. We even got to see the tail end of Cinderella Man on TV, which made a surprising amount of sense even though we only caught ten minutes of it. I left there at 8 pm.

10:30 saw me finally getting off of the horrendously paved Pennsylvania Turnpike (yes, the road even has a frikkin' website, but they won't pave it!), and in a foul mood (mostly due to the paving, plus it's an awful long drive to do when you're exhausted and by yourself.)
Still, I pulled up to the window and cheerfully said "Hi." to the guy in there as I passed him my ticket. There wasn't much traffic, I thought he was probably bored and a friendly face is never bad, right?
Wrong. I received a scowl in return and then a very disgruntled "That's $7.25."
I checked my wallet. Three bucks. Fuck. "I, uh, don't have that much. What should I do?"
"How do you drive on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and not have that much?"
"Well, I stopped to eat!" And I didn't think it would be that expensive since you clearly don't make enough to spend on PAVING YOUR GOD DAMN ROAD.
"Pull over into the parking lot. I will be right back with your-" he paused, glared at me, and almost spat the word "Paperwork."
Five minutes later, I'm in the parking lot (I've just been on the phone and I'm sure I was looking like I was the damsel in distress, I even called people so I could flip a shit about this). He comes over to my window and demands "Sign the line." I did, quickly as I could, and handed it back to him. He hands me a copy. "You have to mail it within ten days. The address is here." He starts to walk away.
"Thank you!" I call. No answer. He's a crotchety old guy, and honestly, I would have been perfectly happy running him over about then. Instead, I glanced at the paper.
It said I owed $8.25. (Which I'm sure is true, that wasn't him being a dick but it still pissed me off.)
He was right behind my car. It was so tempting. I revved my engine, still in park. He moved a hell of a lot faster and got back in his booth. Yeah, that's right fucker, don't piss off the person with the CAR when you're not in your safe little box.

Anyways, so I got to York about 10:30ish, and called my friend Josh in a panic. My hair wasn't done. So I stopped by his house, borrowed his shower, had him do my hair (he's amazing with my hair...not so much with other people's, but mine he does good with!).
We made it to the club, took the very last parking spot, and rushed inside. Well, I rushed. Josh waited in the line that went out the door. Yeah, the club was FILLED, and I worked it hard. I danced, I wore these sexy new booty shorts that I got, I worked the crowd...and I made about $70. I thought I'd only made $65, but it turned out that (skimpy as they were!) some of my money I'd missed until I was going to go to sleep that night. I might've made more and lost it, as I was dropping money all over the place (no time between tips to give them anyone, so I had way too much money in way too little clothing. :P)
Anywho, continuing this tale of travel...
I was spending the night at my friend Brendan's house.
In Towson. Maryland. So we drove down to Towson! I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow in his more-than-accomodating guest bedroom. I meant to wake up at 11 so I could beat the rush back to school today, but I didn't stay awake long enough to turn the alarm on after I set it. I woke up at 1 and rushed up to school.

But I have to say, it is GREAT to be back.
(My entire route is pictured below. Although, Mapquest's directions were totally wrong and these are totally forced to match up with what I actually did.)So, maybe I didn't make footprints exactly...but I sure left some tire tracks!

PS, I'm trying to narrow down the labels I use on my posts, so you'll be seeing fewer on my entries and much more general labels.