Today is the eighth day I have been home from school. Today was the class of 2010 graduation. It was a pretty long, fun, crazy day (at least compared to most of my days.)
I woke up at 9, got dressed in a jumper I bought at Target on sale. Drove to Crrr’s house to pick her up, then we had to park far far away and get shuttled to the school. Graduation was… odd. It was weird being there and NOT graduating. Not feeling that incredible sense of accomplishment and just…. giddiness. For me, it was just another day.
Crrr and I planned to go to a friends graduation party at four. We went back to her house. (After walking back to the car alongside the highway, enabling us to find a porn magazine which was probably tossed out of a truckers window.) We looked up directions to the party. Good to go.
Well, first we got lost when the directions Google gave us were wrong, then when we got to where we thought we were supposed to be at, I realized I Googled a “st.” instead of an “ave.” Big mistake. So we got back on 1-25 S, and I exited on Colfax on a whim, which led us to W 17th Ave. (Though at the time we didn’t notice the West part.) After a gander down that road, we called my brother to ask him to look us up directions. A phone call which led us to find out we were still 23 minutes and a highway trip away from the party. By this time it was 6 o’clock. Two hours after we were supposed to arrive. Hah. We debated on whether or not to even continue trying to get to the party.. And decided to flip a coin. Heads for social interaction, Tails for going home. Flip one: heads. But the door obviously interfered so… Flip two: heads again. So, when disappointment was felt again in the face of social interaction, we decided to go home.
But not before trying to find a specific restaurant down what I SWEAR was the right street. We gave up and got Chinese food. And then went home.
So, half a tank of gas later… I’ve come to the realization that I had a much better time trying to find the party with Crrr than actually attending the party. Seriously, I don’t think I could’ve had MORE fun getting lost. There were many giggles, a lot of turn-arounds, some backing up in the middle of the street, some last second exits, but I couldn’t have had a better day. I love my best friend.