my lord. i have just experienced the weirdest 24 hours ever. yesterday after dinner with dave i was feeling really good and decided to go get my car out of lot 91 so i could go home either after midnight madness or this morning, depending on how tired i was. so i get to my car and ….. it won’t start. SHIT. well, no big deal, i’ll get a jump from someone in the parking lot. but since it was like 7pm on friday night, the parking lot was pretty empty of both cars and people. and also….when i got my new car i decided for some reason that i DIDN’T need to put my set of jumper cables in my trunk. WTF.
called sam. got his voicemail and later found out he was already home.
called mason. got his voicemail.
called chelsea. she was at her house and they had cathy’s car, which probably wouldn’t have been the best choice for jumping mine.
chelsea called anthony for me but he didn’t have any jumper cables.
called matt michalski. got his voicemail.
called josh droog. he had jumper cables and a car but….he was home in jenison.
called corey. he was at the mall and kinda busy but said to call him back and if i REALLY needed him he would come out and jump my car.
called rachel, who had both a car and jumper cables (YAY!). so she and emily and mrs. steibel drove out to lot 91 to help me out. after nearly hitting a car when i moved mine, we then realized that none of us knew how to jump a car properly (which i should know how to do by now considering how many times i have been taught! GRRR). rachel got sean on the phone and he was trying to instruct us…but we were stumped by my car’s battery and couldn’t find the positive end. so sean ended up just driving out to the parking lot and jumping me.
so, 2.5 hours after my arrival at lot 91, i drove my car around campus for a bit and parked it in the lot in front of the planetarium. i backed into the spot just in case. i managed to get the car to start 2 more times and figured it might be okay and would start again later. sean called and said that if my car didn’t start again, he would come jump it in the morning (like 8 or 9am) so i could get it home. good thing, too, because when i went to drive my car to the breslin center for midnight madness …. you guessed it, the damn thing wouldn’t start again.
!@#!(@*#!)(@#*!)@#*!@#.
walked to midnight madness, had a pretty good time (it seemed so short!), then returned to shaw. i was headed up to 7-11 to get slurpees with matt michalski when chelsea called and asked if there was any way i could get her and cathy alcohol. it was seriously like 1am but matt the best bought for them and the four of us went back to cathy’s apartment for a mini-party (after matt and i picked up our friend skyy of course).
we went to cathy’s and it turned out that her roommate and a few other friends were joining us for the evening. we organized a game of “what the fuck…?” drinking style.
at 3:30am we decided it would be a REALLY good idea to call matt pagel. but we didn’t have his number, so logic told us to call other trumpet players who might have it! between the three of us (me, cathy, chelsea) we called every trumpet player whose number we DID have …. i think we actually talked to maybe one person …. oh but we left voicemails for everyone who had voicemail. ;)
stopped drinking at 5:32am. i was like … oh no, i have to drive in three hours. yeah so i’m not the smartest sometimes but i was just having a really good night (well, except for my car troubles)!
i definitely slept through all 3 alarms that i set. and several phone calls from sean. i couldn’t figure out why i didn’t hear my phone ring because it was RIGHT UNDER MY PILLOW. then i realized that i can set certain numbers to have certain rings ….. and i definitely had sean corey’s cell phone number silenced. i guess at some point i had figured why would i ever want/need to talk to him? man, poor planning on my part i guess.
“kristen…it’s sean…it’s eight twenty-three. time to get up.” FINALLY woke up around 9:30am …. thank god sean had stuck around waiting for my ass to wake up. so we jumped my car again and i got it home to discover that not only do i have a bad battery, but a bad alternator as well.
i feel like i’ve swallowed so much pride in the past two days. too many encounters with ex-boyfriends for my liking, but at least they were pleasant ones.
i hope 30+ trumpet players enjoyed their voicemails this morning.
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oh man
what a good time. i love this kid!
i love your mom
longest entry. ever.