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The reason I'm running late is that I had to drop my car off this morning to finally get it fixed. The shop doesn't open until 8, and to make matters worse, the rental car company wasn't at the shop on time - They didn't show up to pick me up until almost 8:30.
So now I'm driving a bright white four-door 2000 Cavalier. I guess that makes it a younger sibling of my car, but it doesn't look even a little bit like my car. I wouldn't have guessed it was a Cavalier if I hadn't read it on the back. The interior is totally different, too. I'll probably be getting used to it about the time my car is done.
On the other hand, I have unlimited miles on it. (It's almost a shame I don't have a long trip planned this week... As it is, they could've put me on a 20-mile-a-day limit and I wouldn't even feel pinched.)
Well, this weekend was... Well.
Matt and I have decided we're probably not going to Busch Gardens any more. I hate roller coasters, and there really isn't anything else to do there that's worth the $37 admission and the $6 parking. Bah.
To make matters worse, a couple of people were coming that I really don't care for at all, and K.T. apparently felt it was necessary to tell everyone else - even actual friends of these people - that I didn't like them. Maybe that was my fault, since I didn't specifically tell her not to, but I guess I thought it would be obvious. I guess it doesn't really matter, but I'd been planning on gritting my teeth and being polite for the sake of group harmony, and instead I was being greeted with, "Well, I guess you'd be happier if they didn't show!" At least three people said something like that to me. Argh.
I managed to completely humiliate myself by trying to ride the swings. You know - you sit in a basket chair and they lift up and swirl around? It was my favorite ride when I was a kid. This time... ::sigh:: They're sortof awkward to get into, because you have to hold up the lap bar while turning around and stabilizing this highly mobile seat. The first time I tried it, the seat slid out from under me, and I fell, slamming the edge of the seat under my arm as I went. I wound up laid flat on the ground, in front of only about a billion watching tourists.
The second time, I almost fell again, and realized - making things much worse - that the seat was sliding away from me mostly because my ass was too big to fit in the chair. If it had been stable, I could've squeezed into it like an airplane seat, but it wasn't stable enough, and I wasn't tall enough to just jump into it from above.
I almost cried, but that would've been even more humiliating, so I just left, and stood outside the fence and took pictures of Matt. I have a beautiful bruise under my arm now, and the top of my shoulder hurts so much Matt keeps asking me if I think it's broken.
(Oh, yeah, and I took some pictures, but forgot to bring them with me to work, so they won't be posted until later.)
I'm not saying I didn't have any fun. I enjoyed the few rides I did go on, and it was good to see everyone. But between the fun we had, and the amount of time spent standing in line and being in pain one way or another, it's just not worth it for us. We'll just invite everyone to come over for dinner after they go to Busch Gardens the next time.
Word of the Day: dissonant - marked by dissonance or disharmony; incongruent; harmonically unresolved
That's a good word for the way I felt for most of the weekend. Not necessarily unhappy, but dissonant; out of tune.
- Magic's Pawn by Mercedes Lackey
Current Projects:
- nothing
Diet Progress: 6 lbs lost
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