Speed demon

Happy Easter.

I could be in NY eating with my family, but instead I'm going to spend the rest of my day inside trying to do work. It’s a really nice day outside, so I put on a skirt and headed to FP to do work, but after a few hours of basically staring into space, I realized it might be better to come home.

Now I’m posting. Wow. I’m so productive. Perhaps the clone I have being delivered will get something done.

I’m still recovering from the past few days. On Thursday I drove down to upstate NY to see my parents. They drove up from NC last Tuesday. I was really looking forward to seeing them, because I haven't seen them since Christmas. We're tight and shit.

I was a little worried about my car making the trip down, because the never-friendly "check engine" light has gone on a few times in the past few weeks. Without fail, it did appear a few times during my trip. I tried to ignore it by singing merrily along to my tunes, but I had a bitch of a headache - my wisdom teeth needed to come out a long time ago, and now they're bulldozing their way in.

My parents wanted me to meet them at the mall, and when I was about 25 miles away I drove up a hill and saw a cop at the top waiting for me. I hit my break, slowed down, and pulled into the right lane. I saw him leave his nest and start coming in my direction. I thought there was still a chance that he wasn't after me but no such luck. Fuuuuuuuck.

He asked if I knew why he pulled me over. For a split second I thought about George Carlin's bit where he wonders whether or not bragging like a hot shot would work with a cop "Yeah, I was realllly flying wasn't I?" But I thought being honest with him might be a better approach. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” “Because I was going too fast.” “How fast do you think you were going?” “About 67?” “I clocked you at 76. You slowed down to 62, but your initial speed was 76; It’s a 55.” Eff me.

Looking back on it, I really DON’T think that I was going that fast. First of all, I was going up hill. My car is having a lot of trouble accelerating right now. It’s old, and it’s tired. Second of all, my car shakes at anything above 70. Thirdly, I was following traffic. Regardless, I have a ticket. He didn’t cut it down at all, and he even quoted me. Excuse me, misquoted me. “I was speeding.” “About 67?” I’m sure the out-of-state plates didn’t help matters. I love how he took his sweet time coming to pull me over. It’s my first ticket. Blah.

Other problems with the trip: I’ve been stuffy, had a sore neck, pounding head, and have had problems with my teeth, etc. the past couple of days. Thursday night I went out to dinner with my parents and brother and when we left the restaurant I was shivering. Turns out that I was running 102 fever. The only good thing about it was that my mommy was there to take care of me. :-P

Friday we drove to Brooklyn to visit with family. A few of us went to Shea Stadium for the Mets game, but we ended up standing around for hours while we waited for the rain to let up and find out if game was actually going to happen. They finally threw the first pitch around 8:50PM (We got there at 5). But they won, so it’s all good. Note to self: don’t wear flip-flops when it’s cold and rainy, even if your only other option is to wear heels.

We did a bit more visiting with family on Saturday before we drove through Manhattan and back upstate. I finally hit the road to head up to Boston around 5. I was paranoid the whole time that I was going to get another ticket, so I let everyone pass me…and I do mean everyone. I was so annoyed and cranky that I didn’t even want to sing along to the music.

Since it’s now almost 4 and I haven’t gotten anything done, I’m having a hard time figuring out why I thought it was so imperative that I get back up to Boston and forego another day with my family. I should know myself better than that by now.

Tomorrow I think I’m going to go watch all the masochistic, in-shape people run in a little race called the Boston Marathon while I suck down a latte. Good times, good times.