Here it is Sunday night and I have kept .0000083 of a person hanging – if anyone was waiting for the “big ending” of my “It’s about your car” moment in Jacksonville last Saturday.
Tenley and I had gone to Jacksonville to purchase pointe shoes (which we didn’t end up purchasing after trying on every pink, satiny, pointy thing there but did end up ordering later in the week …. I digress). Failing on the pointe shoe quest, we headed to the mall (of course!).
It’s important to know that I was driving Wayne’s Silverado, a truck which is very long, making it (for me) a pain to park. Its length caused an issue the previous weekend when Tenley and I had to escape our Atlanta parking garage from a different exit, since the other exits had closed. Trust me, dodging those big concrete pillars of a parking garage in a Silverado is not my strength area.
Fast forward to last Saturday. We shopped, did “mall stuff,” and managed to extricate ourselves from the HUGE Forever 21 where Tenley shopped giddily and I memorized my dialogue for my audition at FSU Film the next day. (I make her so proud when I wander around a store like that, saying things under my breath like, “You reach across the desk, pull him toward you, give him a brief bear hug, pull him into your lap, stroke his forehead and whisper facts in his ear.”)
We arrived back at the Silverado, and this post it note was stuck on my driver’s side window: