Sunday, July 05, 2009

I wouldn't mind being a little dependent

My friend Tina is great. You may remember her from the wedding in Jamaica. Truly awesome gal. Salt of the earth, she is. And her husband Gary? He's a sweetheart and treats her like a princess. Tina and Gary throw terrific parties and game nights and they always invite me, but I often decline. Not that I don't want to hang out with them, because I do. It's just that, well, how can I put this...they live in the freakin' Valley toward Woodland Hills. However, I've been a bad friend, so when Tina asked me to come out for a 4th of July party, I said "Yes, Indeedy. What can I bring?" I brought dessert--festive cupcakes and cookies.

The traffic sucked (of course) and it took an hour to drive from Hollywood to Winnetka in the heat. My ball of yarn tattoo is now a red ball of yarn tattoo. The cupcake frosting melted a bit by the time I arrived but we just put them in the fridge and headed out to the pool area. The party was great and the Holy Handsome neighbor who joined us for pool volleyball made it even better. Seriously, this guy was just ridiculously handsome but also really fun and considerate. And straight! I know!!

Okay, so short story long, the night wound down and I headed out around ten o'clock. I made my way down to the freeway entrance and as I was getting on the freeway, I heard an awful noise. "What is that noise?" I asked Jamie. I popped open the sunroof. "Is there a helicopter overhead? Who's car is making all that noise? It's so loud." Oh, it was my car. The rear passenger side tire had blown out and the awful noise was me riding on the rim until I could get off the freeway, which fortunately, was not that far but still far enough that I'm sure I didn't do it any favors. I called AAA and they sent someone right away. Yes, I know how to change my own tire, but why do that when I pay good money for the AAA service. I'm glad I called, though, because they lug nuts were rusted on there pretty tight. The tire was changed and I was back on the road in no time flat with a full sized spare, no less. Thank you, VW.

Anyway, the point of this story is that it was late and dark as I sat waiting for the mechanic and I couldn't get in touch with Tina to tell her what happened. I was going to call Criss just to have someone to talk to but I remembered she's in Georgia this week. I couldn't call my family since they're all on either Central of Eastern time. And that's when a little self pity crept in. Ordinarily, I'm okay with not having a someone. I'm fairly independent and I'm okay with being alone. But it would have been really nice to have someone to call, someone who was waiting for me to come home and worried, or just someone to come home to so I could say, "You are not going to believe what happened..."

So, pretend y'all are my roommates and I just came home, stormed in the door, tossed my keys on that table inside the door, dropped my back pack by the chair, flopped down and said, "You are not going to believe what happened." (now go back and read the third paragraph and say something encouraging and/or commiserative)


Annika said...

Aww, honey. Thank goodness for AAA! It's times like this I wish I had a cell phone, not just because OMG what if that happened to me but also because you could have texted me and I could have called and been like Oh my GAWD, are you OK? and it would have helped to pass the time.

woolanthropy said...

Flat tires are the worse!
Waiting for AAA sucks.
And not having anyone to call...well damnit...that just blows.

I am glad you made it home safe and sound. Can I get you a cool refreshing beverage? Or a glass of wine?


Now can we talk more about super hunky next neighbor? That sounds like a high point in the evening.

Hester from Atlanta said...

I wrecked two tires last week - fortunately it was on a Saturday afternoon - but it sure would of been nice to have someone to talk to while waiting for the towing service. And your experience was on a Holiday night when drinking is a major sport. Good for you for holding it together and getting the matter taken care of. Yes, sometimes it is just nice to have someone to offer some comfort when the hassles of life come at you. Best - Hester from Atlanta

Uccellina said...

*pretending I am your roommate* Oh noes! I'm so sorry that happened! Um, hey, about the dishes . . .


As your friend, I am truly sorry and will never nag you about the dishes.

Helena Handbag said...

Angel darling! I was worried sick about you. Are you okay? Let me get you a drink? Tell me all about it. Here, put your feet up and take off those blasted shoes.