Road Trip

I started this blog out with complaining about the snow. Then I realized that I sounded like the most annoying Debbie Downer ever. A few taps of the delete button, and I'm forcing myself to redirect and think positively. 

I had a great visit with a great friend last night. We did what we usually do, plan our weddings. This time, though, it was for real, which is always a nice change of pace! We searched for the perfect songs for different parts of Sam's upcoming wedding, and mostly ended up with the most inappropriately hysterical songs. 

I slept over, and while her bed was the most heavenly piece of mattress that had ever graced my spinal cord and extremities, for the life of me, I could not fall asleep. It's not like we stayed up that late either. We went to bed shortly before 12:30, and after laying there for a while, I looked at my phone and was shocked to see that it was 2:57 am. I'm thinking I eventually fell asleep around 3:30-4, because the dog woke me up and it was still dark out, so it was probably around 6. I finally got up at 9. Crazy. 

My hour and a half drive home went a lot better than my drive there. Let me just recap. 

I was already running late, and my stop to Shop Rite and Wawa for gas only made me later. 

I was getting on the Expressway, and it wasn't until I was already on the ramp that I realized I got on the wrong ramp. I was supposed to go west towards Philly, and instead, I was headed into Atlantic City. My brain is so programmed from work that it just happened automatically without thinking. So I had to get off at the first exit and turn around (2 tolls later!)

I almost missed the exit to 295, my next leg of the journey, and had to cut off 2 lanes of high speed rush hour traffic to make the exit. 

On 295, I legitimately missed my exit for Florence, NJ. My directions called the exit something else, so I didn't think it was it, until I passed it, then I realized it was in fact the right exit. I got off at the next exit, turned around, and got off the right place.

So far, I messed up each leg of the trip. I got to Rt. 130 without problems, and even got off at the right street. But then my directions called for a left on 9th street, which would be the 3rd left. Except there were no streets named 9th street. So of course I passed the right street, which was not called 9th street, and Sam's fiance had to talk me through until I made it. 

Phew. 

It was exhausting! But worth the visit. :-)

PS - I'm so excited, she's having her wedding cake made by THE Cake Boss! How fun!

PSS- I'm so excited, she's wearing my dream dress! Like, the exact dress I picked out! (For fun, of course)