I woke up yesterday with the last blog entry burning my fingertips. I knew I had to write it immediately, or it would pass, like so many unwritten blog entries in my head, like so many words marked "draft" in Typepad.
So I was almost late for football practice when I flew out the door at 9:45. Cleats in my bag, keys in hand, brain running through my full full day and my empty empty love life. I was dying for this day, so full of possibilities. I ran through my parking garage.
Key into the ignition and...
And that's how a full Los Angeles Saturday turns into waiting for a tow truck.
The cutie at the convenience store where I went to buy oil which would do absolutely nothing positive almost made it all worth it.
Uh yeah, NO. Sweet, but no.
If I hadn't made so much financial progress, I wouldn't even have the available credit to fix the car. Somehow that doesn't make it any less sucky.
If I didn't move to this apartment, I might not be able to take the subway to work on Monday.
Yeah, that doesn't make it any less sucky either.
If it had broken down next weekend, it would have been a nightmare with my director shadowing. Like what, I'm gonna rent a car for three weeks? We have a winner! PRAISE FATE that it happened this weekend and not next.
Still. So much for my Saturday plans. So much for my budget. Nice huge car expense the month before my $350 paycheck ala eight days unpaid leave of absence. FABULOUS.
When stuff like this happens, sometimes I try to think maybe I wasn't meant to go to the art show opening, maybe there's some reason I'm better off not having made it to that party downtown.
But in my gut, I knew that if the universe was trying to pull anything, it was only a kick in the ass that said, TAKE YOUR CAR IN FOR MAINTENENCE AND THEN YOU WON'T HAVE TO PAY FOR A TOW.
AND MAYBE THE FACT THAT EVERY AUTOMOTIVE PROFESSIONAL YOU TALK TO SAYS, "YOU DON'T HAVE AN AUTO CLUB?" SHOULD GIVE YOU A CLUE ABOUT SOMETHING. HINT HINT
So. Day change.
Instead of running around the valley running errands, I spent my afternoon in Montrose with my friend Amy after I finished delivering my car to my mechanic. We ate at my favorite Cuban restaurant, I fixed a mistake in my knitting, and on the way back to my place, we went to our favorite yarn shop.
Luckily, my roommate was going to my friend Penny's New Orleans party, so one stop on my Saturday night simply expanded. And ultimately, I was glad. Because it was nice to see film school peeps and Tallahassee cohorts. It was nice to feel how long we've known each other now. Friends.
I drank too much, I talked too loud, I had fun, I felt connected, and I went to bed dreaming of more.
I woke up this morning full of lonely. The kind that cries out from your skin. The kind that has to be walked off. Luckily, I needed cat food and I don't have a car.
Just another day in paradise.