April 22nd, 2006
See my pretty dress?
I indulged in a little retail therapy after I had a rough Wednesday evening. Ryan packed my bag for work as I was running a little behind. When I walked home from work and went for my keys, I noticed that he had given me his set for work, which does not have keys to the house on it. So, I went to call Aja who has a set of our house keys only to find that I also did not have a phone. I knocked on the neighbor’s door to ask for the landlord’s number, but he didn’t have it. So, I walked back to work with three plans in mind: find Aja’s number and use the phone, call Ryan and get him to come home from class early, or find the train schedule to Aja’s house as Ryan wouldn’t get home until after midnight. It was a few minutes before 6 when I got back to the office and the lights were out and it was deserted. I couldn’t find Aja’s number and was about to call Ryan when two security officers came through the door to inform me that no one is allowed in the office after 6 (a fact I did not know) and that they would have to escort me out, and no, I could not use the phone. With my myriad of options exhausted and being thoroughly humiliated with the whole escort-you-out thing, I started crying… in front of the guards. I walked back to the neighbor’s house to use their phone to at least call Ryan, but no one was home. If I was living in New York, I would have walked to a movie (no, we don’t have a car) or gone shopping or found something to do until he got home. But, this is Connecticut and there isn’t anything that stays open late and it’s actually a very unsafe town, so walking around was out of the question, which made me miss New York. So, what did I do? I sat in a college coffee shop with loud and boisterous freshmen for 6 hours feeling very sorry for myself and spent the whole day in NY on Thursday to make myself feel better, which is why spam piled up in my comments and I was an absent blogger. But isn’t my new dress pretty?