Never Again

So today was an interesting day to say the least. I am amazed that I am even able to take a few minutes out and type this, but here goes a brief synopsis of my rather crappy day.

5:35am- woke up and asked Nick if he wanted to get in the shower before his uncle, because his uncle tends to find days that we need to get some place and get in the shower, shave and whatever else you can do in a bathroom to waste time, just to hold us up. He said no, I was taking no chances so I ran upstairs into the only bathroom in the house and took over.

6:00am- everyone in the house is awake and noticeably pissed that me and Nick "dared" get ready before them. I say in my head "piss off" and go about getting ready and waiting for Nick to do the same.

7:00am- we are out the door. We have to drive an hour to Philadelphia and at some point before then find a place to eat. We pick Nick's favorite diner, and have a relatively good meal except nobody in NJ gets the concept of "No potatoes." I hate them for breakfast and they make me want to gag. I gagged all through breakfast at the sight.

8:30am we get to the Philadelphia Art Museum and are sitting in the car listening to music. Nick forgets that the lights are on. Our car is now dead in a "pay to park" lot so AAA most likely will not be able to bail us out.

9:00am- it's starting to rain. Great! We go inside to take our tour. Nick loves the tourguide. I wish we had had a competent one who didn't stutter and talk about how people copied Cezanne. Nick doesn't get how three squares in a mural are representative of Cezanne's work in three planes. I do, and I find that this annoys me. I hate Nick's co-workers. They made fun of people walking around with hospital masks on. I think "Well if you came to Philly and heard that PA was where the H1N1 infected plane was, wouldn't you want to wear a mask too?"

10:30am- Our tour finally ends, and I just want to get out of the museum. Nick doesn't want to be the first to leave. We go to see a mural that I was looking at earlier and I find it is a lot more creepy up close. I am still pissed at the tour guide for not talking about artists changing their minds throughout the process, so we leave.

11:00am- we talk to security and they have a jump pack we can use. Some security guard escorts us to our car after another guard tells him we are members of the museum. We are no, I thank the guy and make a mental note to send a fruit basket. I won't. After 15 minutes in the rain, the guy finally gets the car jumped. In the process I think he realized we weren't members.

12:00- we get back to NJ and I decide I don't want to hang out with Nick all day. I can't stand sitting around watching his friend at work with nothing to do, so I decide it is naptime. I lose recollection of the rest of my day until I am woke by his aunt and uncle coming home. In the time I lost I packed a bag for MD, ate my salad for lunch (I hope it was good) and Nick left to see his friends. I don't remember a thing.

4:00pm I am now fully awake and crying for no reason on Nick's aunts couch. I don't know why I am crying, all I can stutter out is "Nick's not here" and "I have a fever." I get a text from Nick saying that all of the problems the car has been having are due to a shotty past mechanic and now will cost over $1000. We don't have the money, and neither does his past mechanic who happens to be his uncle. We are screwed.

I have come to the determination that I have undiagnosed Swine Flu (H1N1)

I have also come to the determination that I can't stand Nick's friends. I feel left out because I am not a trekkie, and I usually fall asleep around them which makes me self conscious. I would rather be sitting at home alone than feel either of those two.

I think I hate his uncle too, but I will let that one slide for today.

Today just was not a good day.