Name: La Nina
I'm a Jersey girl without the big hair or the accent (well, most of the time anyway), but with all of the bad driving and the penchant for weekly manicures.
Oh, and I'm an interior design student. That's how all of the weird terminology comes into play.
I got home from work last night with plans to go to kickboxing at 7:15. Things were cool, I made and eaten dinner, and figured that I had enough time to watch an episode of "Designer Finals" that I'd recorded on TiVo after fast forwarding through the commercials. No such luck. Once the episode had finished, it was exactly 7:15.
Panic, panic, panic!
Run out the door! *pant*
Lock the door! *fumble*
Run downstairs! *thump*
Go out the front door! *slam*
Get into and start the car! *vroom*
Wouldn't it be awesome if I had the technical capacity to write all of my actions in this format?Fortunately for me, the kickboxing studio isn't really all that far so I only arrive five minutes late. Or it would have been five minutes if I had a clue last night as to how to parallel park.
First attempt: Granted, there was a lot of snow on the curb but I manage to overestimate the angle and start backing up a little too late so that I'm definitely not in the spot AT ALL, but I'm quite certain that I can't ever get out of it either. You know the drill. Two inches forward. Bump. Two inches backward. Bump. I get a wee bit frustrated and reverse my back tires onto the sidewalk. Well, at least I'll be able to get out now. I leave and decide to try and find a bigger space.
Fourth attempt: Go back to original parking spot, park as sloooooooowly as possible, hold up traffic, but manage to maneuver into spot.
Believe it or not, that only took seven additional minutes, so I was twelve minutes late to class.
I think that this was the gods' attempt to tell me not to go at all, since during that class, somebody took the mat that I had brought with me, used it for sit-ups (leaving me to have to do them on the hard floor), rolled it back up, and stuck it in a corner somewhere for me to find later. Never found out who did it, but when I got home I got to spray the dang thing with Fantastik to help wipe away the "borrower's" perspiration. I think my Disgust-o-meter this week is stuck on "wretch".
Oh, and I hurt loads now, but not enough for me to stay away from class. I am indeed a big old sucker.
posted by La Nina @ 4:48 PM