I seem to have reached a very predictable pattern of working all week and then having my exciting times on the weekends. This weekend is the first in a while that I have not ventured somewhere with Kristie and Ryan, yet it's still had its notworthy events...
On thursday night we celebrated Kristie and Tyler's 21st birthday! Myself and the other Stanley Road house mates had dinner at this nice little chicken place that I can't remember the name of sadly. I'm still having to get used to the price range for eating here- because a 5.25 chicken sandwhich in America would seem reasonable - but that here it means I'm really paying nearly 11 bucks! I suppose that makes going out to eat all the more special though, and I love birthdays so it was nice to have two to celebrate in the same night!
After wards we headed to a club called "The Bridge". Which is where I had yet another unfortunate catastrophe in my life. As we met up witha bunch of our friends, one of the guys stopped at the ATM...So after he was finished I put my card in and started my transaction- what I didn't notice was that the group was walking away at this moment...but of course instead of yelling after them when I did notice, I just assumed that I would be able to catch up.
Wrong.
After Retrieving my 10 pound note, I realized that I couldn't see the group anywhere-- so I just kept on walking straight down Cornmarket St. thinking I should eventually catch up. After a while I realized the people I saw in the distance were not my friends. I turned around and walked back to the atm....and then walked back down Cornmarket again thinking the club might be close by and I would notice it....my problem was that I had no clue which club they had decided to go to...so even if I passed it, I wouldn't know to go inside. I then mustered the courage to ask some random guy to list some clubs off to see if it would jog my memory...
He finally mentioned Bridges and I was excited to recongnize the name......so he gave me directions to go down this road and over this bridge...and I was excitedly back in business...
Or so I thought.
Tragically, after about a 7 -10 minute walk down this road I realized that I was not getting there...so I asked another random man for directions and he informed me that it was a 10-15 minute walk in the exact direction that I came from! How horrible.
Surprisingly, I did not let myself get to disturbed about this situation. There was not much I could do about it besides try to find it. I was mainly concerned that the others might be a little worried for me by now and not enjoy their time out- but hopefully they would just figure I went home....and I would have done just that except that I thought that a 2 mile walk alone might not be the safest decision around midnight.
As I trudged back up the hill by Christ Church it started to rain. Thankfully, while my heeled boots turned out to be a very bad decision for the miles of walking I was doing, my hooded coat turned out to be a good one. I finally did make it to bridges, which had a very long waiting line to even get in, and then a system where I would have to wait in the bar and hope my ticket number was called to get to go into the actual dance area. After standing in the line for a few moments I realized that I may not ever get my number called, my friends may not even have chosen this club, and truly, I may not ever even find them once I get in. Not to mention, I had stayed up all night writing my essay and couldn't imagine staying alive much less awake for very much longer.....
My feet by this point were so worn out and I really did not think walking home would be smart....So in the end, I chose to go back to college and sleep there until breakfast and my tutorial the next day. Caitlan was a very kind friend and let me nap in her room before my tutorial the follwoing day.
Explaining this story is another moment where I'm thinking "how does this happen"?? (for the record, the group had turned a corner very close to the atm machine, which is why they basically "disappeared" from sight so quickly)I believe I may have some strange issues with attention or perhaps just common sense. It reminded me of the time when I was three years old and got lost in Fort Campbell fair on the fourth of July- one minute I get distracted and the next I don't have a clue where anyone is! The good thing I suppose is that I have found myself in these situations so often, that I no longer panic about them. So my crisis management skills have to pretty sharp by now- considering I'm constantly finding myself in crisis situations.
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