I was going to call this post "Lesson learned this week: Don't depend on anyone." I've been screwed, disappointed, or just left in a spot multiple times this week by many parties I relied on. But my faith has been restored in humankind. Once I put a message on my gchat that was much milder than the "F#*$&ing SCREWED son of a g*#!" that I wanted to put on it, I got all kinds of IMs from people being so ridiculously generous with their goods and their cars, and really, it was very nice.
I feel fine now. I've vented. UPS can go fuck themselves, but that's nothing new. I have cheap beer at home, and I leave for Boston tomorrow with my camera and a dream. Well no, but with my camera and the 95% confidence that I won't totally fuck up Kristy's wedding. Woo!
I also have this kinda funny story from Ohio. Mindy TiVos this cool show on the travel channel, and this season the hostess is touring Latin America, which Mindy rightly figured I would enjoy, so we watched a few episodes this weekend. During this whole weekend, I'm kind of reflecting about how I'm really glad my girlfriends are all really happy, getting married, having kids, and doing what they want to do, but how its so radically different from what I want from my life, and in that respect, it makes me a little sad sometimes that everyone, every one of them kind of traveled the same path. So we're watching this show and the hostess is in some tiny village in Uruguay; she'd found a couple of Americans who were teaching her how to eat fried guinea pig (yeah, really) like a local. They're panning across the two women she's with and I suddenly sit up straight, "I know that girl!!" Her name is Erin and we totally ran cross country together in college. She was a cool girl and I remember staying at her parents house near Cleveland when our team traveled up there for a meet. Her mom makes the best fucking zucchini bread I've ever had. It was actually the first zucchini bread I've ever had, but damn, was it tasty. And there she was, in freaking Uruguay eating guinea pig. And you know what, my life isn't all that spectacular either. Heh.
But seriously, UPS can go fuck themselves.