Trifecta Fucked
I don't even know where to start - so many things awful and wrong in the last 36 hours. So as predicted, worst trip ever. Shy of a few saving graces (it's nice to be in the car w/ competitive talkers) if I knew how this trip would have gone, I surely would have stayed home. I hit two things - one another rental car that was parked crookedly in front of the hotel, causing scrapes and bruises on my door and the same on the other's bumper. I exchanged info, it went well. Leaving said garage, I needed to be in a different exit lane and in turning around, I "crushed" (a completely appropriate verb based on the sound it made) the same bruised side into a cement pillar. It fucked the car up big time. The handle to the passenger side door fell off. I left a huge dent in the sliding door. It's serious damage. I don't know - I mean it's a rental car, the school has insurance, but I feel very irresponsible, incapable, after the second of my accident I made Duncan drive and that was that. This was just one of the most miserable experiences in my life and one of the most costly and of a severe magnitude. This is probably the most expensive screw up I've ever had. I guess it's striking how easy it was to destroy something in a split second and surprising that it's never happened before.
We rushed to get there on Friday but made it to every round, but it was a thoroughly anxiety ridden experience. The tournament was fine; again our two power novices continue to promise great things, driving around Cambridge is still a royal pain. Katie, Aaron and Kate all came by to say hi last night and visit in the hotel. I proceeded to get ridiculously trashed, stewing with my Middlebury cohorts and mystical elixir (aka gin), and wake up still drunk. Nothing about last night was appropriate and just making it through today was torture in many ways. In hopes for one last saving grace, I talked up the Border Cafe and convinced everyone they wanted Mexican food. Well, it turns out that the kitchen was under repair so we all forced to order from the puny bar menu so most of us ended up having poorly constructed and nasty quesilldas. That was awful and again, it expended a lot of political capital to get everyone to eat there in a first place. That was wretched and I still feel all queasy and overtired and under motivated and generally regretting my decision to rush through last week in order to go away this weekend. Too much of a good thing has in this case produced the expected result - bad things. So I am disappointed and feeling what would generally constitute unhappiness. Thank god this whole semester is almost over. Okay now that all of this is done, time to crawl under an American Presidency rock and emerge sometime after my ass kicking of an exam on the 12th.
I guess everything that could go wrong did and all of those nice and unexpected surprises never made their cheery faces known. In a real Catcher in the Rye kind of way (I am full of high school lit references tonight) when you stop expecting things from other people you won't be disappointed.
posted by lmjasinski at 9:47 PM
