The excitement of last night

So randomly at like 1ish yesterday I decided I wanted to take off today... since Fridays in the summer are 'optional' I got all of the necessary stuff accomplished, left work by 4:15, got home, threw a bunch of clothes in a bag, changed for the gym, went to spinning class... and was on my way to H-town right from the gym.

I was making great time until about exit 9 on the NJ Turnpike. I quickly tuned into New Jersey 101.5 FM (all NJ traffic every 15 minutes) and learned there was a car fire about 10 miles south of where I was sitting... and not moving. And I did something I've never really done before... I whipped out the Atlas that I keep under my drivers seat and began planning an alternate route. I figured there had to be another way. Even if it was a 35mph road with lights.. it would be better than not moving at all.

As I approached exit 8 I quickly exited and began my offroading adventure. In case you were wondering -- Route 130 runs totally parallel to the Turnpike. They were doing some construction so it was a bit slow at times - but it got me exactly where I needed to be. Maps really are an amazing thing when I just think to actually USE them. 130 actually took me RIGHT to the PA turnpike. So I even saved a few bucks because I didn't have to get back on the NJ turnpike. It was all stupendous really.

Finally when I was getting off the exit for H-town I was at a red light and knew it was a long one. Since I was meeting Fish and D at the OKP I thought it would be nice of me to change out of my sweaty, nasty gym clothes. So I grabbed a T-shirt from my bag and didn't think twice about changing my shirt at the red light. Apparently I should have looked to my right where there was a guy in a lovely pick up.... who rolled down his window (mine was already down), whistled, and told me to take it all off. Mind you I had this armor-esque sports bra on that covered ALL of my chest and even a lot of my stomach. It's not like anyone was getting a peak at anything. So I sort of chuckled, got a shirt on as quick as possible and continued en route.

At the next stoplight I took my capri sweat pants off -- but not to worry I had really hott biking shorts on underneath them. I didn't have enough time to put my other pants on top though... so I finished the drive in a t-shirt and biking shorts.

As I was approaching the OKP I saw Fish and D so I was looking for a spot and there was only one tight spot in between two cars outside of the Cheese Club (I threw that in there for any H-towners who might be reading). Being the Bronx-y driver that I am I figured I could fit. So I start p-parking in the spot when this old woman yells into my window 'Miss... You're not going to fit there, you better stop!' I looked at her, annoyed that she was telling me how to park, and simply stated 'Watch me.' Yes... I was being a bit cocky. But she was being annoying. So I easily parked, one swift back up (I do pride myself on my parallel parking skills) and comfortably squeezed myself in between the two cars. I threw my other pants on, but didnt button them and got out of the car.

So here I am, no shoes on (my flips were in the trunk), a crappy t-shirt on, pants unbuttoned, with a Dove facial clensing cloth thing attempting to 'wash' my face standing on the side of Darby Road. I looked at the older woman who still didn't think I was going to fit in the spot even though I was in it, parked and out of the car .... and said 'see? no problem!' Then continued dressing. I think she's scarred for life. It was rather entertaining... I must say!

The OKP was a lovely time though. We did a lot of laughing. Some scary older man attempted to hit on not ONE of us, but all three of us... too bad he was literally too drunk to remeber his name. It was a bit disturbing. But all in all it was a fun evening with the girls!

Tonight I'm hitting up UDSS's 42nd Street and then heading to MD to see Miss Arleigh!!!