A Dapple of My Weekend

The subtitle of this post should be: "A Series of Unfortunate Events." That's right, my weekend was slightly unfortunate. Fortunate, too, but a lot unfortunate.

I left on Friday for Philadelphia to go visit the wonderful Jannalyn and see her Senior Thesis Art Show. After six hours in the car with her family, we finally got there. Her paintings were amazing. See:









They were all fabulous, as usual. It was a lot of fun--I'm so proud of her. I can't believe we've made it four years, Jana.

After the show, we proceeded to celebrate quite a bit.


(Blurriness of photo may depict what actual vision was like.)

The festivities of the night before might have led us to waking up late, which might have led us to getting stuck in traffic heading into the city to bring me to the bus station, which might have led me to missing my bus. Oops. I guess that was the beginning of the end.

I had to wait till another bus came three hours later, sitting in a crummy bus station in downtown Philly trying to avoid the stares of the creepy man sitting across from me. I finally got on the one o'clock bus, headed to New York, and figured everything had corrected itself and it would be smooth sailing from there.

Boy, was I wrong. The nice people at the New York City bus station politely misinformed me as to where my bus would be leaving from and I ended up waiting for the next hour at the wrong gate for a bus that never came. I was boiling mad. So then, I had to wait for another bus an hour later with a phone that was quickly losing battery and an empty wallet. By the time I got on that five o'clock bus, boy was I happy.

I tried to look for any possible upside the day could have been giving me and at least enjoyed getting a nice little tour of New York City as the bus wound its way through its streets.







Finally, five hours later than I had originally expected, I arrived in Hartford, with a dead phone and blistered heels. By some miracle of God, Joe and I just happened to find each other, seeing as how the last 50 cents I had to my name were eaten by the even-scummier-bus-station pay phone. I collapsed into the car, and that ended my series of unfortunate events, thankfully.

I missed all the nice weather of the day, but finally arrived home at 9pm. Phew.

Sunday I intended to do absolutely nothing and did just that. It was beautiful outside, despite the heat.





And now, it is upon me. The last week of classes I will ever have to take in my life. The last two weeks of classes and exams that will end my college career as I know it. Petrifyingly scary, but ridiculously exciting. It's funny--I can remember the very first morning I woke up in my dorm room, after my mom had left me the night before and my marching band roommate had left at 6am to go play her trumpet. My first thought was, I have to do this for the next four years? Am I crazy?

Four years later, I've made it through. Four years seemed like an eternity and now I've only got two weeks left, that seem like an eternity in themselves. Two weeks. I've got my cap and gown and "Stole of Gratitude" (oh, UConn) and graduation tickets. I'm good to go. Let's go. Bring it on.

I'm off to have yet another phone interview. Wish me luck!

(PS
I think I have the swine flu. I'll keep you updated.)