I'm currently in Philapelphia for a girls weekend with some good friends. We had a bummer of an announcement in that Marissa couldn't make it because of being really sick. And I had to scramble to find a way to the train station after the cab I had booked canceled on me 50 minutes before they were supposed to pick me up.
So, not the best start to a vacation.
But the rest of the trip up was pretty good (trains are so much better than buses!) and the hotel room is pretty nice. The view is great:
I came up a day early, hoping to see someone from the family and I'm currently waiting on my cousin to arrive.
Everyone else will be getting in tomorrow and we'll be busy doing tourist stuff until we head home on Monday.
A sudden, unexpected call from an old friend (I've known E for - 14 years now?) really made my night. We used to see each other once or twice a year but that dwindled due to life so it was really awesome that he suddenly called. It was nice reconnecting after so long and a nice thing to happen on a bit of a low feeling night.
Because this week hasn't been awesome enough, my car is in the shop. The TPMS light came on, so the tires are acting up; it's also making a really awful metal scraping noise. THAT doesn't sound good.
Or cheap.
Sitting at the shop for a bit. Fun times.
At least I just got the call that my new chairs are in and set up. (Except I have to pay the balance due...damn this week is shaping up to be pricier than it should be!)
How is it that I spend most of my vacation going 'Should I read or nap?' and then one day go 'how is my time off almost over?' What evil sorcery has befallen me?
(I plan on doing a more detailed post when I'm not at my parents and have decent internet and my laptop again. The internet's so bad here that it's a waste dragging that huge thing here.)
Due to some of the worst tooth pain I've yet experienced I'm currently holed up at the parents place for the night. I came over this morning to go with them to the cemetery and just really have not been up to driving myself back. It didn't help that I had eaten nothing except for a Kellogg's breakfast shake, so between the lack of food and the pain, my body is in rough shape.
So mom took me to the apartment to grab overnight stuff, feed the cat and - important - pay rent. I'm praying the pain ebbs; 3 pain pills and an endless stream of hot compresses have done very little.
Mom's making soup - god bless my parents.
You never fully realize how much you need a vacation until the vacation is Right Goddamn There. Marissa and I have escaped to Charlottesville for the weekend and we are, get this:
Staying in a B&B that is ON a vineyard. What magic is this?
Oh, and the guy running it is a trained chef. Oh, and the owner is a chocolatier who gives you chocolates every night.
Magic!
I'd write more but, as Marissa has said, it's wine and PJs time.
Suck: another 2 1/2 hour morning commute, despite leaving 20 minutes earlier; 3 hour dentist appointment
Didn't suck: I think I finally found a kind, patient dentist who wants to travel back in time and punch the dentist who kind of assaulted me. (Dentist: If he laid a hand on you when you said 'no, please get my mom' that's assault in my eyes and no wonder you're terrified.). He promised to never do anything without permission or full explanation, even if it means running over the appointment time. So, yes, much love.
Oh, and he keeps bees out back of the practice and sells honey to patients. He looked quite delighted when I said it sounded like a pyramid scheme - sell sticky sweet stuff to people and then fix their teeth after.
And my parents took me to dinner due to high stress, where there was cider and good food with enough for lunch tomorrow. And now I sleep because's it's been such a day.
Since I've just spent the last three hours cleaning, scrubbing and putting things away, I present to you the almost 100% completed Awesome apartment. (Still waiting on the sleeper couch for the bedroom and need to get curtains.) So, pictures!
I'm accidentally starting birthday / vacation things off with dinner by myself at Matchbox (I actually like eating by myself on occasion). It was either that or sit in crippling traffic so - pizza!
I've been dreaming of Heather a lot lately. Normal dreams - like, last night, I dreamt I'd gotten a new job and she came to visit at the office. I don't remember much except, at one point, she looked at me, smiled and said 'what are we we doing for your birthday? It better be fun.' (Oh subconscious - reminding me how much I miss her and how much she would have wanted me to enjoy myself.)
It looks like birthday plans are thus tomorrow:
- 9 am hot stone massage
- dad takes me to a winery (Phillip Carter)
- we go try out the pub he heard about and hang out until
- dinner at Claire's at the Depot with mom for dinner
It'll be really rough - but I'll try for her.
And me.
The air mattress gave up the ghost - with me on it. I've had to rein flare it every night but the last three days have seen me waking up, on the floor essentially being smothered by the air mattress material.
The weekend was great but I'm just exhausted; from activities, work, bad sleep. And now I hurt - both shoulders and neck are fucked up from the air mattress attempted homicide.
I'm tired and in pain and just - I feel SO whiny -.-.
Too exhausted to post much but today was a rousing success. The girls lived the apartment, we had a great time at the winery and my dinner rocked.
( dinner pic below )
My brain is officially trying to leak out of my ears. Left work at 11, ate something and then slept until 2 or so. Woke, realized brain still trying to kill me, went back to sleep until a little bit ago.
Sleeping again sounds like a good plan. Sinus headache is turning into a grade a migraine.
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