The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
Or, "Just when you thought it couldn't get any crazier."
Monday morning dawned clear and sunny, which I foolishly took as a good sign. I left the house to run errands around 9:30 and braved crazed shoppers, trying to get essentials from Costco, Mac, and, ehem, DSW.
Here's where I break into "Girly Mode" and gush about my new shoes- boys feel free to skip down. OH my GOD. DSW was having the biggest sale yesterday- they had a ton of their designer shoes on clearance. I was in heaven. I initially went in looking for a nice pair of brown pumps, and was disapointed when I didn't see anything I liked. Then I started poking around the Clearance racks- still no brown shoes, but OH the black ones. I found two absolutely fabulous pairs of black pumps- a pair of Cole Haans with the sexiest heels and coolest leather work around the toe, and a beautiful plain pair from Via Spiga. Both were comfortable and fabulous to look at, and the price? The Cole Haans were $180 marked down to $35. The Via Spigas were $190 marked down to $40. How to choose?? Ultimately, I chose the Cole Haans, and am very pleased with that decision. I'm wearing them today!!
Right then. After shopping, I met my father and sisters for lunch at a Vietnamese pho restaurant, which was delicious. A quick dash home to pack up the last of my things, and I was off! The first few hours of the drive went well, with a minor glitch when I missed an exit and had to take 288 through Richmond to 95. I made it accros the border into NC and was about 30 miles from Raleigh when I noticed my car was pulling to the left. This became more and more pronounced, and I turned off my radio to see if I could hear anything. Straining my ears, I heard a faint "thupthupthupthup.." Damnit! Flat tire!
Of course the stretch of road I was on had roadwork barriers up along the breakdown lane and I had to drive a few hundred feet further into a shopping center. As I coaxed my car off the road the "thud" coming from the left front tire on each rotation got louder, and by the time I managed to park the whole vehicle was suddering. Phew! I whipped out my trusty cellphone and AAA card, thinking, "Thank god for Triple A!"
Ah, if only life were that simple. Of course, since it was the day after Christmas a great number of places were closed. The very nice and apologetic lady on the phone with me explained that she was trying everyone she could, but so far the soonest someone could come out would be two hours. Man! An hour and a half later, a large, rugged tow truck pulled into the parking lot and a large, rugged woman stepped out. After fifteen minutes of quiet efficiency she had my donut on and I was back on my way.
Folks, let me tell you- you just haven't lived until you've driven 45 mph on the Beltline with a huge line of really pissed off cars behind you. Fun times, fun times.
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