All the World's a Blur

Allison's wedding was this past Sunday and it was the most fun I have had in a long while.  Granted, I have just wrapped up a school year, so the bar is fairly low but still, it was a rollicking good time.  The day had a portentous start.  Laura and I had planned, innocuously enough, to meet up at "the Krispy Kreme in Penn Station" to take the train to Long Island together.  We nearly didn't make it.  

(on the phone)

Laura: I'm afraid I picked a meeting place that doesn't exist.

Moi: What are you talking about?  I'm standing by a Krispy Kreme in Penn Station.

Laura: I don't see one.  I see a bunch of restaurants.

Moi: You have to come in more (no, she didn't).  Do you see a TGI Friday's?  

Laura: Oh yeah, let me go find you.

Ten minutes later, we had not found each other.  We then tried "the track by Auntie Anne's"-- I was standing at track 17, between 2 Auntie Anne stands.  So was Laura, but we couldn't see each other.  This went on for quite awhile.  It was all absurdly funny if we didn't have a train to catch.  We kept yelling into the phone, "But why don't I see you?"  All this time, we knew where the train tracks were but for whatever reason, thought it was much easier to meet at a mutually agreed upon landmark.  Until the train started boarding.  At that point, we decided that "The Train We Need to Be On" was a perfectly legitimate landmark to meet up at.  We also realized we were on different floors the whole time.  Hey, at least we were smart enough not to pick a Dunkin'.