Monday, August 07, 2006

Lollapalooooooooza 2006

I've just returned today from Lollapalooza in Chicago. I've so much say about that extravagana...BUT since I've returned:
A. I've been mauled by my own cat in an effort to extract her from my parents' house
B. I've driven my car very hard over a pile of bricks causing a
C. Flat tire and
D. Bent rim.
E. I've called AAA to fix the tire and
F. my parents to retrieve my cat from my increasingly heated car where I certainly would be waiting for "90 minutes to 2 hours" according to my friendly AAA call-answerer. (He hoped that I would "be very pleased with all aspects of AAA's service.")
G. My parents passed me by as I sat by the curb and
H. I found out the hard way that they had neglected to carry their cell phones (newly acquired this past Christmas for just such occasions as these), but
I. they did manage to remember my cell phone number to call me from a pay phone somewhere in Mariemont (after realizing that clearly I was not in Mariemont).
J. Upon their return trip, they passed me by AGAIN as I stood waving with both arms, leaping in the air to gain their attention.
K. Thankfully, they were only messing with me and this time pulled over to help.
L. I pushed my cat into a pillowcase and handed her off to my mother when, at the same instant, I was greeted with cussing by my father who had just
M. pulled my suitcase out of my trunk in an effort to get to my spare tire and had not realized in time that my suitcase was, in fact, unzipped.
N. I reached the back of my car in time to witness my father stuffing my dirty clothing and toiletries back into my suitcase, a few pairs of sweat-infused panties still sticking to the asphalt.
O. My dad and I began the tire-changing process, unscrewing bolts and retrieving the spare from the trunk. However, we were stopped short when
P. my dad thrust his hand into a dark place in my trunk and pulled his hand out with a deep gash in his finger.
Q. As we worked to stop the bleeding, the AAA man arrived and completed the work we had begun.
R. With tire replaced, cat transferred back into my safe hands, and hugs goodbye, I was on my way home.

It's good to be home. More about Lollapalooza later.

2 Comments:

Blogger The Kid said...

Does not sound that atypical of your luck:)

i guesss this is not the time to tell you we are sitting in a McDonalds on route one looking at the ocean:)

Glad you got home safe and look forward to seeing you.

7:31 PM  
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