Daily Cookie

Planes, trains and automobiles.  It’s the season. . .well at least for me anyway.    Lately, I live out of my suitcase and don’t really have a firm grip on whether I am coming or going.  Which explains my temporary insanity Friday night.

I spent the better part of the week in the big apple.  One day it was hot, the next it was freezing.  This really has nothing to do with my story, but thinking about it just then pissed me off all over again.   I got home Friday afternoon and immediately went into my office for a few hours.  After work I had to run some errands – to Sephora (never, ever a good idea on a Friday night at a god awful mall) and to buy my Mom a birthday gift.  I debated skipping both but knew I would not have any other time over the weekend.  I dropped my favorite eye shadow pod on the floor of my hotel bathroom and of course 4 out of the 6 palettes broke.  The two that remained were my least favorite and less used.  So the fear of having drabby naked eyes and a disgruntled Mom drove me to the mall.  

I unlocked the door to my apartment at 7:30PM and swore that I would unpack and repack my weekend bag in a half hour.  Mike and Grover were on the Cape already.  And better yet, at a costume party at the Club.  Good miss on my part.  Anyway, my goal was to be on the road by 8PM.  

8:24PM and I am loading the car with my weekend bag, a lonely beach chair that had somehow made its way to the city and a pile of mail.  The car had no gas.  Well I lied, Mike left me with a little over a quarter of a tank, but not enough to get me over the bridge.  In fact, with my luck I would have run out on the bridge right in front of one of those “Good Samaritan” signs.  

I turned the corner to the only gas station that I know of in the city and was surprised to see all the media trucks parked around Fenway Park.  Reminded me that we were in the World Series.  Fenway Park is truly a special place.  I am not a huge fan (only jump on when everyone else does really) but I have to admit I got a chill driving by.

Filled her up and decided I needed to do the same for me.  I was hungry.  I stopped and got a yummy Jimmy Carter smoothie with Vitamin C (immune system is tired from all my travels) and Fat Burner (my ass is screaming at me that I should be running to my destinations instead of planting it on another train or plane seat). Now I was finally ready to hit the road. 

I got on the expressway and was headed to the Cape.  At least that’s where I thought I was headed.  But when did we put in a tunnel?  And why am I seeing Terminal signs?  I drove myself to Logan.  I was deliriously tired.  Mentally and physically exhausted and went into what my Mom later told me was “road hypnosis.”   I have been traveling so much lately that I automatically drove to the airport.      

It gets worse.  I try to exit the airport and end up lost (completely lost) in the bowels of East Boston.  I call Mike.  He is at the costume party and has just won a prize for “most authentic” costume.  He wore his kilt.  For those of you who know him, all I can say is shocker.  

Luckily, I found a very nice toothless taxi driver who lead me all the way back to Storrow Drive.  We stopped (both cars) along the way to pick up a stray fare.  What this guys was doing in East Bumf*%k I have no idea, but I knew I wasn’t about to get out of my car to ask.  Toothie waved me on to follow him and once again we were off.

I made it home.  And slept for over 10 hours.  

I wore my pink Red Sox hat to the Cape, ran 5 miles today and bought a new suitcase. I feel recharged and ready for the next three weeks.  In those three weeks, I will take four flights, two trains and spend 12 nights in a hotel.  

Tomorrow I am on the first train to NYC.  Have bags will travel.  And GO SOX!