since i’m not working today and will be spending the day at home studying (…or maybe typing a ranting post on my blog…), condeleezza and i agreed to meet on her lunch break and swap the dog around 12:30. that sounded like a fine plan to me.
meanwhile, last night michael and i went to see inglorious bastards (so good, by the way) and i turned my phone off for the movie. we got home, somewhat late and then the complete disappearance of time occurred, as it does every night, and next thing i know its 1am and we are still not in bed. we go to bed far too late every night. it’s really annoying and i really don’t know how it happens. so, at 1am i get my phone to charge it overnight and realize it’s still off. i turn it on and have a voice mail from condeleezza explaining that she just found out she won’t be able to meet me during her lunch break, but can we meet at 8:30am before she goes into work.
this was not music to my ears. as a result of going to bed between 1am and 2am every night this week, and getting up at 6:30am for work, i was sooo looking forward to sleeping in!! ugh. but of course, i had to say yes. by now it was way too late to call her back (and also, i don’t have her phone number – since she called while my phone was off, and after listening to her give her number in the message at lightning speed four times i still couldn’t understand her) but i did have her email so i wrote to her saying, “yes, 8:30am is fine. i’ll meet you there. please text me in the morning if anything changes.” and i went to bed.
well, i managed to sleep through my alarm (i think i really needed the sleeptime!) and michael called me from work at 8:30am:
me: hello (half asleep)
michael: are you up?
(i roll over, see the clock, have a miniheart attack)
me: AHHHH! I GOTTA GO.
i was out the door by 8:32. i literally just swapped my pj bottoms for shorts, slipped on flip flops, and ran to my car.
i got to our friend’s apartment (where i was to meet condeleezza) in the fastest time humanly possible in los angeles on a weekday morning at 8:30am and arrived at 8:45. i RAN to the door just imagining her waiting for me, getting later and later for work. i really, really hate making people wait for me. i think i was left waiting, as the last little kid at the elementary after school program by a not-so-punctual parent, one too many times, and hence, it’s left me with a complex. i really don’t like making people wait. so i’m semi-panicked this whole time and look like a crazy woman in tiedye, hair a-crazy, teeth un-brushed, and i really, really, really have to pee.
i get to the door, knock-knock-knock…. and silence. she’s not there.
so there are two possibilities:
1. she has come and gone. but why wouldn’t she call me? she has my number.
2. she’s not here yet. but i’m 15 minutes late! is it possible she’s that late too? maybe.
so i sit on our friend’s porch and try really, very hard to not think about how completely full my bladder is and how there is a bathroom just beyond that locked door that i can’t get to.
these are the moments i fast forward in my mind and pretend i’m the kind of person with the means to have an iphone. one day, yes, but not there yet. so i sat with my little blue flip phone cursing it for not being able to access my email. luckily, my husband is such a person (smart phones run in his family) so i called him at work and had him check my email, but nothing. she hadn’t written.
so i continue to wait another 10 minutes and them michael calls me back. an email had just come in, at 8:55am, in response to my email saying, ‘yes, i will be there at 8:30am, text me if anything changes’ and this is exactly what it said:
“Hey, it’s ok…I was planning on going out all night until tomorrow but plans got canclled [sic] last min so I’ll be able to take care of [name of dog withheld to protect the adorable and innocent] today. Thanks for offering though I really apprecieate [sic] it! Have a good weekend
[condeleezza]
Sent from my iPhone”
awesome.
and just because every post is better with a picture:
meeka on our camping trip!
yes, she is completely gray and dirty, including dirt specks on her tongue.. but she’s darn happy too!!
