“Maturity is achieved when a person accepts life as full of tension.” ~Joshua L. Liebman
I lost 90 minutes of my life driving between the Bourne Bridge and Falmouth trying to find the parking lot. Except the only way to know where to park when going to Martha’s Vineyard would be to listen to a shoddy AM radio station. The words are often lost in the din of spontaneous holiday music. Something about a 37th traffic light and turning … oh wait, Carol of the Bells!
My brain matter is now all over my steering wheel.
45 of the aforementioned minutes were spent cursing my mother because she didn’t answer her phone and I was wondering around Cape Cod like a lost puppy. With tears streaming down my cheeks I swore and told her that I wouldn’t do the favor she asked me to and you know what? I WAS GOING TO LEAVE THE HEAT ON. That would show her how it feels to be almost left in Massachusetts in the middle of nowhere Cape Cod because you missed the last ferry and there isn’t another ferry until some 9 hours later and oh my god I WAS TRAPPED. IN THE WOODS.
This just in: Cape Cod is lovely and scenic in July. In December it’s lying driving around with your eyes closed waiting for woodland creatures to pop out from behind an oak tree.
And now I’m on the ferry where I’ve realized that I am about to totally fuck up my responsibilities as Chief Baby Announcer because my cell phone is in my car. My car which is back in America while I have sailed off into the deep dark abyss of the Nantucket Sound with nothing but a Macbook. I had a mini panic attack thinking of how Leah and Simon would never trust me with anything again not even holding their precious cargo because I can’t even remember to put a cell phone in my pocket.
That there would be karma biting me in the ass for comparing my mother to the one person I loathe.
With that! I wrote something at Beauty Hacks that I’d love for you to answer and hopefully it will deter people at watching me vlog with a stuffed up nose and frizzy hair.
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See? I read this brilliance and think, “How in thee hell am I going to approach Heather in Chicago?” I may just lie prostrate at your feet, though don’t discount the fact that I may be drunk, because I probably will be.
I mean, really. I WAS GOING TO LEAVE THE HEAT ON. Absolutely classic.
Too bad I’ve already watched the vlog.
I’ve never been to the Vineyard in winter but went there a lot during the summer. It’s everyone for themselves when that ferry pulls up. Everyone is armed really to spend $20 on a chicken sandwich. Like I said never been there during the winter, but I can understand maybe forgetting your phone in the car. Maybe because I did it two summers ago…
Next time this happens (not that I’m expecting a next time) come over and kill the 9 hours with me.
Hang in there, friend, hang in!