okokokok, I know I forget to keep on top of stuff sometimes, but really I have lost and found my connection to the internet...yes lost, but the important part is FOUND (my precious stupid verizon card. arg.) In the words of Mary Ellen Edmunds 'Relax luxury, you'll soon be a neccesity.'
Here's the story: Last thursday I was in Reno visiting little Evan Miles. Amooh was kind enough to come visit Evan Miles, too(pix to follow). It was trying to get back to SoCal. First while I was walking, my train tix fell out of my pocket. DAMN! oh well, I just get them reprinted right? WRONG! if you loose your Amtrack tix, You have to buy new ones and get them to do a search that takes 5-6 months and costs $75 (they take it out of your refund). Well as a last ditch effort I retraced my steps from the hospitle to the train station which took me through CircusCircus and guess what I found at the security booth...not a security guard, but I did find my train tix. Cool Now I have to get to Sacramento from Reno by 630am for the train to LA. Ez...take the greyhound.
As I was getting in line a tiny old woman aproached me (I had set an example to some lookyloo teenagers 3 mins earlier by holding the door for this woman who was using a walker). She asked me if there was a phone in the bus station to call a cab. There was a pay phone, but I just got out my cell and called the cab--because I was feeling like I could do a good deed because I didn't have to get new train tix. While on the phone an enormous man sporting biker gang gear got in line infront of me. I didn't think anything of it because I hadn't really gotten in line yet as I was on the phone with the Cab people. No big deal? they over sold the bus so biker dude, one person in front of me, was the last to be allowed to board. No good deed goes unpunished.
After an hour on the phone, I discovered that they'll give you cash for Amtrak train tix up to a year after you purchace them (minus %10) if you dont use them. There's a lesson here about the value of printed paper. weird. Amooh Very, VERY generously fronted me plane tix to get home in time to play rocking music, and I stayed up the rest of the night with little Evan Miles in my arms. better than candy. When I finally got to the OC (layover in SLC, UT?), it did take me three hours to get 25 miles because I took the wrong public transit bus out of the airport. poetic, but arg.
I thought I was doing a great job of not getting all stressed out about having so many travel hang ups, but the following day (saturday) I ended up in the hospitle with hypertension. YIKEZ.
Who knows why things happen sometiomes, but this last week, I have profoundly been feeling the all the positive energy and prayers in my heart and the shoulders on which I am standing under my feet. I love you all very much! Thank you for being there for me.
Chubby Cheeks