I'm probably going to say this plenty but, I love traveling. There's so many things I want to see and it's one of the things I like about being a performer is getting to go so many places. I also enjoy seeing my friends that live out of town. I love finding interesting shops and restaurants on my way. With that being said however it always leaves me tired when I return. I always have energy when I'm out but when I get back home afterward I just feel like sleeping for days. Am I depressed to be back home? Did I just take that long to wear myself out? or am I normally like this at home and I just get excited when I'm out of the house? I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps it's a few of those things.
Recently I got back from Kansas City. I was visiting a very good friend. We goofed off, walked all over and shopped and ate. I also discovered I am the laziest wii player with certain games. Namely, Harvest Moon. This involved me laying on my stomach on the bed head propped up on a pillow with my arms hanging over the edge with the nunchuck in one hand and the wii-mote in the other. Classy, I know. Anyhow, I had lots of fun visiting.
We got a energy drink that looks like blood in a bag. It's called Blood (ooh big surprise). It's supposedly supposed to have similar nutrients to human blood. Why anyone would make something like this I am unsure and why I would volunteer to try it is an even greater mystery since I'm normally quite put off by the thought of drinking something that tastes like liquid pennies. Yet, nonetheless I was the one that tried it. As it said on the package it tasted like fruit punch. Then......PENNIES!! Why would I do that to myself?! Anyhow, there is video of this. However I'm not sure I want to share this.
I was sad to leave but for some reason all good things must come to an end or something like that. We arrived at the train station earlier than needed so we wandered around the station and the mall near by. We also went to grab lunch. Because we decided we had plenty of time to spare we didn't rush and so I was almost late for my train. As soon as we got to the waiting area they announced the last call for the train I was taking so we rushed out the door to the loading area and because my heart doesn't always want to cooperate with my body I ended up getting dizzy and falling. I was fine but that made it even more of a rush to get down there. I made it. The conductor said I still had 2 minutes to spare. I think I wish I had missed it though.
The trip back was not very exciting. I slept mostly and listened to music. Then I realized that I might have forgotten to tell my ride to pick me up. So I then started trying to call her but no one would answer. so I gave up and called another friend instead in case she didn't show up. When I got off the train she had remembered however and everything was fine....or so I thought. We got everything loaded in the car and were getting out of the parking lot and the car made sputtering noises and then would not start up. So I decided we should go get help across the street. "At a bar!?" she said. I didn't really see the problem as it's not a shady part of town and people here are generally well behaved. She continued. "I was so scared waiting in the train station by myself. It's scary in there at night." I can't understand why. It's a nice town and they keep the station up well. It even has an art gallery in it. It's well lit and there's people on staff. I explained that we couldn't just sit here and that we needed to get some help as I had already tried dialing 411 but it was being uncooperative and decided to seek a phone book instead. I said she could stay there while I went across the street to get a tow truck number but she insisted I not walk over there all by myself. Which I think she was more afraid for herself than me honestly. The street wasn't large or busy at all. The place we were going was a restaurant during the day and had a bar that stayed open late. A sports bar. So it was just guys sitting around having a few beers and watching foot ball. It's not like it was a sketchy looking side of the highway biker bar with a bunch of huge scary guys standing around to glare at you when you entered. The bar tenders were a couple of attractive young women wearing t shirts and jeans. and the people there were just sitting around chatting. But my ride's reaction was as if it was the former description. The bartender got us a phone book and someone else nearby suggested a towing company in town. Even the really drunk guy was trying to be helpful.
In the end we decided to tow the car in the morning and I called the friend I was going to call had she not showed. Who came to our rescue and took us home. I now owe him fudge. Possibly cookies.
Note to self: Mom is not good in any sort of crisis. No matter how small.
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