Friday, April 29, 2011

Tonight, My Worst Nightmare Came True.

I always knew it would happen eventually. But deep down, I always hoped it wouldn't. It was the worst thing ever. I was so scared. I was about to cry.

That's right: I got lost driving home, and my phone was dead.

Those of you who know me well are probably laughing your face off right about now.

It was the worst experience ever. I was driving home from babysitting over in Lake Worth. I couldn't remember exactly how to get home, but I knew I was supposed to go on 820. I wasn't sure if it was east or west, but I live in the southwest, so I went for west.

Last time I came home from their house, 820 took me to 35, and I could easily get home from there. So I'm on 820, and I am NOT seeing 35. 820 West turned into 820 South. Last time I drove on 820 South, I never ran into 35. Instead I ran into 20, and got home that way. So, as I'm driving down 820, I see a sign for 20 West, and think "Oh, that's where I'm supposed to go!" I exit. I immediately know that was a mistake.

Nothing looks familiar. There are no street signs. No exits. Nowhere to turn around. My phone is dead. Is this really happening to me???

 I keep driving. 5 minutes later...a sign! A sign with the words "Weatherford" and "Abilene," and another sign that says "Aledo."

Um...what happened to Fort Worth?

At this point I'm pretty sure I've gone too far west, so I exit Aledo, turn around, and get on what I think is 20 East.

Now all I see are signs for Dallas, Shreveport, and downtown, none of which are places I want to go. Suddenly, the exit numbers start over at 1...wait a minute. Whenever I'm traveling on 20 East, the exit I take to get home is like 300-something...

There's no way I'm this far from home.

That's when I realize I've somehow ended up on 30 East. I'm so confused.

I see a sign for 820 South, and am about to turn back on it, when I see the next sign up says "Las Vegas Trail". I KNOW THAT SIGN! It's right after (or before, when coming east) Cherry Lane, where I have my voice lessons. So I continue on 30 and make my way home from there. Let's just say I was kind of in a rush to get home before my parents filed a missing person's report on me.

So, in a nutshell, tonight I left Lake Worth around 11, took a quick detour through Aledo, and barely made it home in time for the 12 o'clock curfew. And, in another nutshell, what I learned is: charge my phone and bring a map.'d think I'd have learned that by now...

*By "tonight," I definitely mean last Friday night, when this happened and I wrote this. My internet was being stupid and wouldn't let me post it last week. This is the first chance I've gotten to post it since my internet's been back up. :)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Craziest Tuesday Night...

So, I've been wanting to start a blog for awhile now, and last night I finally got around to it. I signed up, picked a title, designed my layout...everything was looking good. Then I went to go write my first post, and realized that I had absolutely nothing to say. So, for 24 hours now, my blog has been sitting here, empty and alone, waiting for a story. And tonight, it finally gets one.

I am not a fan of Tuesdays. It's my busiest day of the week, and nothing exciting ever happens. Tuesday is for me what Monday is for most people. I hate Tuesdays, that's all there is to it.

Today was going like a normal Tuesday. Too much to do and no time to do it. Nothing exciting. Just boring old Tuesday. That all changed with one phone call.

I was out to dinner with my mom and dad, when my mom's phone rang. It was my aunt calling to inform us that my grandparents had been in a major car accident on I-20 and Park Springs. They had been traveling home from Alabama. They made it 12 hours with no problems, but couldn't make the last 15 minutes.

Several phone calls later, we finally got the whole story. It had been storming pretty badly, and some cars lost control. We don't know where it started, but an 18-wheeler swerved to try to get out of the way, lost control, and almost hit my grandparents. At the last minute, my grandma swerved, and ended up hitting another car, and everything snowballed. The result was a 52 car pile-up.

That's right: 52.

According to my grandpa, it's a good thing Grandma swerved. If she hadn't, they would have gone right under the 18-wheeler and been "decapitated."

So, after my grandparents were brought to safety at a church across the street, they called us and we set off to go pick them up. My parents almost left me at home, but I refused to be left out of the adventure. The traffic was crazy, and because all the roads were closed, we had a hard time finding the church. But, finally, after much crazy driving, frustration, and stress, we found them.

My grandparents were ok, just shaken. The car was in a ditch, not totaled, but it was going to be awhile before they could move it out of the way. They got interviewed for NBC News, but didn't make it on tv, unfortunately. That would have been so cool.

The poor people behind the accident. Westbound 20 is a PARKING LOT. It's been over 4 hours now and they're still stuck.

Anyway, it was easily the most excitement I've had in awhile. I felt like a detective--first, having to solve the mystery of finding the church my grandparents were at, and second, being at the scene of the crime. Is it bad to have enjoyed the night so much? I knew my grandparents were ok, so I found no need to worry. I loved every minute of my little adventure. Who knew a Tuesday night could hold so much excitement and suspense?

And now I'm at home, drinking a chocolate milkshake, and finally getting to write my first blog post! Could the night get any better?

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