Oh man. Today has been rough from the get-go.
I was up and down all night last night. Not having my meds was bad enough - but I got sick from the wings I ate for dinner. I had on a tank top and was still sweating, until I'd start freezing - it was awful.
Finally at 5am, I got up and got ready to leave. The first bus of the day was scheduled to leave Dulles Airport at 5:50, so I got to the lobby at 5:21 and asked about the shuttle. They told me the shuttle would leave at 6:00. Bitches.
So I set in the lobby, trying not to freak out from exhaustion and pain, and waited until 6, at which time I loaded into the shuttle with two other couples and a single lady.
When we got to the airport and the driver asked which airlines we were flying on, I remained quiet because I didn't have one. When we got to the stop where the last 3 got off the shuttle, I told him I needed to catch the bus to Rosslyn. He pointed behind me and told me I needed to go to 2E and said, "You can just walk a little"...ASS. It was dark, we were at 2J, and it was windy as all get out. Blowing in my FACE. Ugh I was so mad, but I was so messed up from pain, I couldn't tell him off like I wanted to. I hid in the airport until I saw the bus get there, and (thank you, Lord), my SmarTrip card worked for the bus. After a few more stops, we made it to Rosslyn. I had no idea where I was going, but I just followed the crowd and they were headed to the metro station too (thank goodness).
By the time I got to the transfer station, I was starting to "nervous cough". It's a withdrawal symptom for me, and it can get pretty out of control if I'm not careful. I popped a cough drop and got on the red line.
At Union Station, I was going to just hail a cab to get back to TMH, but they drove off, so I hauled it. It was so cold and I was so tired and in so much pain. I was all but delirious. I got to TMH and emailed Leslie to let her know I wasn't going to be coming in for awhile and to please let Anna and Spencer know because I wouldn't be able to do the 11:30a tour as promised, popped the meds, and finally relaxed enough to go to sleep.
I woke up for a bit around 10 to text my parents, only to realize that they were moving to the hotel at Rosslyn...I had been wrong about them staying out in BFE the whole time they were here. Which meant I should've just stayed in DC last night. Awesome.
I finally got up and showered at noon, and made my way to work by 1:15. Everyone was super understanding, and Spencer even agreed to take the 2pm tour. I pretty much kept my head down and helped where needed until it was time to leave around 6pm.
My parents had a dinner scheduled in Virginia at a restaurant called Willow at 6pm. I told them I wouldn't be able to leave until 6, but I went ahead and pulled up their menu online and texted Nom my picks and told her to surprise me.
I leave right at 6, and find my way through the tunnels to Cannon. I get to the Capitol South Metro Station, hustle down the stairs, and check the times. My train was arriving in 3 min and the other train was 1min away. There was already a train there, so I waited a few minutes until the other one pulled up.
Two stops later and I realize I'd gotten on the wrong train. Serves me right for bragging to KNicole a few days ago. If only that was the worst of it...
I get on the right train, put my heels on, and exit at Clarendon. I walked 1/10 of a mile only to realize that I was going in the wrong direction. After making up my wrong 1/10, I decide to switch back to my flats - I still had 4/10 of a mile to go.
I get through the mess that is Clarendon, get a block away from my destination, and change back into my heels and walk the final block.
Only, I had looked up the WRONG Fairfax St. I was an entire train stop away. Which meant it was back to the flats, and back the 4/10 of a mile to the metro station. All of which was uphill, but luckily, not in the snow. :) I did pass a girl that complimented my purple panty hose - so that was cool.
I get to the train, get on the CORRECT train, go up one stop, and get off a Ballston, and put my heels back on.
All the sidewalks? Made of frikkin' COBBLESTONE. Shootmeinthehighheeledface.
I hobbled the 489ft to Willow, and the hostess took me to my table. At this point, it's 7:15p, and I'm exhausted, embarrassed, and sweaty. This would be the second dinner in a row I got to as it would be winding down.
They hadn't even ordered. Carmen, the lady that works with my dad, had insisted on waiting for me. Come to find out, this was not a business meeting, it was just a casual dinner for friends. She did, however, point out how sweaty I was even though it was SO cold outside, but I was too tired to get my claws out.
As it turns out, Carmen and her husband were totally cool. They totally ate up the Hamilton dynamic that is me and the folks, and were more than willing to add their craziness to the mix. I got a lobster tail lobster ravioli mix, which was really good, but really tiny on account of Willow is a "schmancy" restaurant.
After dinner was over, we headed to the station, and my parents stopped me and were like, "No, we're going this way"...which was the elevator. For a metro station. Ew. But I did it, because my feet were sick of walking and so was I. We got on the train and swung by my parents' hotel in Rosslyn. It was literally right across the street from the metro - and their room had 2 double beds so that if I decided to crash with them, I wouldn't have to sleep on the floor.
We hung out for awhile, but I was pooped and wanted to go back to TMH where I knew I could fall asleep easily. It was super cold out, so I asked if I could borrow a pair of pants. One, my legs were cold - panty hose are NOT tights, and two, I didn't want to trapse around town in a black dress and purple panty hose that late at night. Nom gave me the pair she'd already worn, and even though they didn't close (she's tiny), the dress was tight enough to hold them up. Thank goodness I've lost some weight because they wouldn't have fit under the dress when I first got here.
Dad walked me down to the metro station, and I headed home. I caught my transfer train, which was delayed 16minutes, all the while having a heated conversation via text with a friend about proper grammar. I was text ranting about how "it's" isn't possessive and just happened to look up and notice that the train was pulling away from Union Station. MY stop.
LORDHAVEMERCYYOUMUSTBEKIDDINGME!
I figured - no big deal - I'll just switch over at the next stop...as it turns out...the next station was AN OUTDOOR STATION.
I will allow you to use your imagination as to what types of colorful things were running through my head...especially when I saw the board said the next train wouldn't be there for FOURTEEN minutes.
Fortunately, they have glassed in areas with benches. Unfortunately, those benches are marble slabs.
I was SUPER glad then that I had borrowed my mom's pants. Yech.
The train ended up being early (thank goodnes!!!), and I made it home to TMH talking to my dad from US to TMH.
I'm pooped. And embarrassed.
*Until Next Time!*
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