It’s a good world. Gone real bad.

Written by Annie on May 23rd, 2008

Remember how I was on my way to Athens around 4pm?

Well, 45 minutes later…. only TEN MILES LATER…. I realize these things:

1) I might be a little bit tardy. I hate that.

2) Oh yeah, here’s why…. everyone else is heading out of town today because
a. most schools are out.
b. it’s Memorial Day Weekend.

3) And oh yeah, it’s Atlanta. On a Friday.

4) I left my driver’s license on my bedside table. On Memorial Day Weekend. Where police have road blocks every day.

Doh.

So I make the necessary phone calls, to a disappointed high school graduate, to my parents, to my A-town friends who were expecting to throw down with me tonight. I say this- “Ok, I’m gonna head back to my house, grab my license, and see if by some miracle I can make it by 6:15pm.”

I turn around. At 4:45pm.

I get to my house, remember only about 12 miles of travel, at 5:47pm.

Whether Math comes easy to you or not, you’ve probably figured this out- arriving home at 5:47pm, needing to drive 80 miles, and arrive by 6:15pm, is not going to happen.

So here I sit. Missing a graduation. Dang it.

6 Comments so far ↓

  1. May
    24
    6:48
    AM
    Marie-Claire

    Missing a graduation, yes, but GAINING so many things, including but not limited to: “PEEL!”, crowd surfing, cayenne pepper, and “ZAP!”

    Only love can bring us back.

  2. May
    24
    4:04
    PM
    Linda Vujnov

    I’m sure there are at least 500 graduations going on today within a 50 mile radius. Pick one.

    I cannot wait to see you here in Cali!!!

  3. May
    25
    7:51
    PM
    lucy

    i was there and it was awesome. you were missed dearly. xoxo

  4. May
    25
    11:46
    PM
    Owlhaven

    Here from Actual Unretouched Photo.

    Nice to ‘meet’ you!

    Mary, mom to many

  5. May
    26
    5:44
    AM
    Mel

    Oh, I hate traffic.

  6. May
    26
    8:28
    PM
    Brad Huebert

    During those moments I always surf my mind for someone else to blame or tag with colorful words… always eventually realizing in the end that I, alone, am the dork.

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