The one where falafel gives me a panic attack...

So today was basically the worst day ever. There wasn't one big thing that went wrong but several small ones that just pushed me over the edge. Looking back, it's a bit comical but in the moment, trust me, it was hell.

But let me back up to yesterday to give a bit of context. Yesterday started with me in my cute sundress, basking (aka sweating buckets) in the Carolina sun, and chatting with students on vintage cruiser bikes. Heaven. Yesterday ended with me in Boston having not eaten a solid meal all day, sleeping on a deflated air mattress in my friend's new apartment. Quite a contrast.

Today began with me waking up in a panic on the floor. I had a nightmare that my rental car was towed in the middle of the night and that I didn't even know what color it was or the plate number to retrieve it. Then I showered and dried off with a bed sheet. Not a towel, a bed sheet. Then I headed up to the school I was visiting and after spending $6 on the parking meter, I found out I was on the wrong campus. Found the correct campus and spent another $3 on parking, which only lasted 2 hours. The fair was fine, very slow, but fine. I found out I could get a parking pass from security to move my car to a campus lot instead of refeeding the meter. Parking pass was $10 (total spent on parking today = $19!), only to find out there were no more parking spots left in the lot.

When the fair ended I stayed on campus to get some work done until I was to meet my friend for dinner. I got lunch (cash only) on campus and ordered a falafel wrap. One would expect a falafel wrap to come with some lettuce, tabouli, tomato, yogurt sauce, hummus, something, anything in it. Nope. I got just a piece of falafel in a wrap, that's it. The falafel was the straw that broke the camel's back. I was over it all.

But that's of course not the end of the story. My friend got caught at work and didn't think she could make dinner. At this point now, I would have to fend for myself until about 1am when the friend who I was staying with would get home from work to let me back into her apartment. At that point I quit. I just got into my car and drove back to Falmouth. Literally gave up and came home for the night. I of course hit rush hour traffic, almost got run over by an ambulance, and forgot that my house keys were locked in the office. No way the gods could let me off that easy.

Three hours later, I am now home in my bed, working and watching "Princess Diaries." Much better. Let's pray tomorrow's Boston adventure part II goes better.

Sunday's Activities

So that naval history and maritime museum was $18 entery fee...fail. I went to the outlets instead, which was equally as exciting but ended up costing me more, haha. Although I have no room in my suitcase, which thankfully prevented me from buying too many things.

In other news, I saw a man on a moped trailering a Radio Flyer wagon go through a drive-through at McDonalds.

Rose Bud Thorn

I'm sure you are all familiar with the dinnertime game "Rose, Bud, Thorn," so here are the highs, the lows, and what I am looking forward to on the rest of time in the South.

Rose: There are many including seeing my shipmate and touring a brewery for free, meeting up with my CYA  provider/CC/Mountain School/it's a small world after all friend for dinner and shopping in Chapel Hill, eating Chipotle last night after going through withdrawal this summer, etc etc.

Bud: Later today I plan to visit the local maritime museum here in Charleston and explore the historic district.

Thorn: I had a near death experience yesterday while driving from Chapel Hill to Charleston. After spending hours completely out of my element, driving surrounded by nothing but cotton and tobacco fields, cemeteries, and gun shops, I really had to stop to pee. I finally saw a gas station ahead and pulled over. Bad choice. The whole place reeked of smoke, there were cigarette buts and dip all over the floors, and the bathroom was probably the most disgusting place I have ever been. I will not gross you out with the details, but I had to go so badly I couldn't wait another hour until the next gas station, so I sucked it up, donned some toilet paper mittens to protect myself, held my breath, and then got out of there as fast as I could.

And now for something completely different.

I just saw a lady changing her cat's diaper in an airport bathroom. What!?

Happy Friday, everyone.

Heart Breaker Dream Maker

I have now been to 3 fairs and visited 4 schools, and I made it safely South of the Mason-Dixon today for the beginning of my epic 3+ week trip.

Success on all fronts so far...expect in the love department. I thought y'all were slightly joking about breaking hearts doing this job. Nope, you were right, I was wrong. I've had to break 3 hearts in the past 24 hours. I feel like such a horrible person. 

1. A very tall ginger who is a rep for a Dublin study abroad program asked me out at a fair yesterday. He was sooooo Irish, I can't describe him any other way. While setting up our tables, he was super chatty and very intrigued by tall-ships (they are cool, I don't blame him). He then asked what I was doing after the fair (thank God EZ was driving back with me so I had a legit excuse) and if I wanted to go out with him afterwards. He apparently had 4 days before heading back to Dublin with nothing better to do. He even suggested I teach him how to sail for our first date. Yeah, no, sorry buddy. 

2. The kind, young, and yes, cute, Enterprise guy this evening at the airport actually fought the other girl working the counter to help me instead of the overweight jolly man behind me in line. We exchanged pleasantries about my travels and such while he rang me up and checked over the car. Then came the kicker..."So with all that travelling, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" I can't lie to save my life, so I said no and laughed it off trying to just get in the car and leave as quickly as possible. As I pulled out of the parking lot he told me (read: yelled across the parking lot while waving frantically) what time he got off tonight in case I wanted to meet up later. Again, yeah no, sorry. 

3. I thought my hotel room key wasn't working when I went to move in my bags tonight, so I had to go back to the counter and wait forever for someone to come help me. A bell hop with a lazy eye lept to my aid, escorting me back to my room, only to find out that I was just too weak to push the handle down enough to open the door. Fail. He then proceeded to ask me out. Double fail. 

Those are my sob stories for now. I'm sure it will only get more interesting from here on out...

the one where I wander around a fancy hotel with no shoes on.

HOW TO HAVE A SUPER FUN MONDAY NIGHT.

Be wiped and just about ready to go to sleep.

Have some trash that includes food, decide it might be better off in a trashcan not in your room. Grab a key and walk down the hall to dispose of it. Return to your room, but only get a flashing red angry light from your door. Hm.

Assume you demagnetized the key. Go downstairs into the marble-floored, 4-star lobby wearing  your finest sweatpants, stained tshirt, and no shoes (classy!). Get a new key, and an escort back to the room (since you didn't have an ID to show.) New key won't work either. Have your escort call someone else to bring a magical little machine to reprogram the lock. Works, but still flashes a slightly less angry yellow light. 

Call Engineering to replace your lock battery. Have Engineering tell you that they brought the wrong type of battery, wait 20 more minutes for the right kind. Sit in your room awkwardly while Engineering fiddles with lock.

Finally have a securely locked room with functioning key. 

Go to sleep, fingers crossed that you don't have to do it all again tomorrow......

Day 1

First fair of the season. So many Vera Bradley backpacks.

Also, just a gentle reminder from my body to yours that not all fair food is good food.