So, I wrote that Tuesday was a bad day. And it was. But in the interest of total honestly, it was actually the vertex (look at me, using my College Algebra words) of a bad… stretch. It’s been a stretch again.
Today though, I got to not think about that for a little while. In an awesomely impromptu, quickly planned little adventure that was just drummed up a couple weeks ago, I had a friend fly out from San Diego, just for the day. Just to get pierced together. We threw a little whirlwind shopping trip in there too, and a stop at Sprouts and Starbucks. And then I brought her back to the airport. How cool is that?
We drove and chatted, and bonded over a great number of things, including our shared lack of directional skills. In my defense, there is a MISSING EXIT on the 202. There’s a 2, then there’s a 4, but there’s no 3. Where did Exit 3 go??? And also, why would the directions have you go east to take a u-turn to go west, when it was completely possible to just go west in the first place? And also, right turn only lanes need to be more clearly marked. I’m a big fan of printed directions, and don’t usually trust GPSes. But dude, did they ever fail me today.
It was a good day, and a fun day, and getting new piercings always makes me feel a little bit like a superhero.
Good company. Good conversation. Good times.
Did it fix anything? Well, no. Life is… life is what it is.
But it helped. It certainly helped.