Yesterday, I got tricked into going home with the promise of a free, albeit shady, haircut. The haircut turned out to be absolutely fine and at a nice salon, but then I was guilted into staying the night. Only after I agreed did I realize that my parents actually had an event at the church until 9:30PM. So really, I was tricked into spending the night home alone and watching a re-airing of the LOST finale (the ending is just as annoying the second time around). This was all after I'd spent 3 hours in the church office waiting for Mother, only to have her come by and say, "Why don't you just drive home [and I'll ride back later with your father] since we came in 2 separate cars?" "Because 3 hours ago, you asked me to wait for you to drive home now." "Oh. I've decided to stay until 9pm." "Wait, this thing goes past dinner?" (She gave no indication we were even coming to the church from the salon until an hour into the haircut. She's that good.)
Staying at home meant that I had to catch an early train this morning to get in town for Meli's baptism. I would've had just enough time to go home, change into fancier clothes and shoes, wipe the train grime off my face, and hop right back on the bus had there not been a half marathon that derailed all my plans. Instead, I did what I do best:
Moi: Just a heads up that since I don't have time to go home, I'll be in jeans and carrying a giant backpack when I come to church.
Ashley: I wouldn't expect any less.
(I'd shown up to her graduation with a giant backpack-- full of my shoes and work stuff-- to everyone's confusion: "What's in there... homework?")
Moi: And since I have 40 minutes to kill, I'm wandering the streets of Chinatown.
Ashley: Isn't that what you always do?
Indeed. Indeed. I was there so early that quite a few street sleepers were still in slumber.
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