Best holiday, ever. It is the prelude to the entire Christmas season. Too many beloved traditions and memories associated with this date/time of year to mention.
Note to everybody who has been playing Christmas music/had their tree/outdoor decorations up for a week now: CUT IT OUT! PLEASE? Stop messing with the given order of the holiday season. Thanksgiving first, then Christmas. Quit jumping the gun. It’s incredibly irritating (to me, atleast).
My inability to find physical destinations in general has reached new heights as of tonight.
I had a 7:00 p.m. confirmation meeting today; so, as is typical procedure, I was racing out to my car to begin the drive to said meeting at exactly 7. However, while I was running perfectly late, as on most occasions, I noticed a major difference between this night and others: It was pitch black, thanks to the ironically titled ”daylight savings”. And while I have driven to the home of my confirmation teacher atleast four times in the daylight, finding my way there at night proved to be a different concept. Entirely different. Weaving my way through back roads that all looked familiar and totally foreign at the same time, I managed to make several large circles while getting absolutely nowhere. I passed where I thought the entrance to this neighborhood was multpile times, and it simply was not there. How to explain this phenomenon, I’ve no idea. And it gets better: I had left my cell phone at my house by accident, meaning that I could neither call for directional help nor go home to retireve my phone because my parents would be super-pissed that I had somehow not yet made it to the meeting and would, in all likeliness, revoke my driving privledges. So, after circling about aimlessly for 30-plus minutes, I decided I needed to go somewhere to wait out my predicament until 8:30, when I could return home and pretend that I had gone to the meeting and that the neighborhood of Fox Run had not actually fallen off the face of the earth. Although I knew that Louise was presently at her own confirmation class, I considered going to her house until I decided that her mom would try to make me go back to confirmation (which I was not too upset to be lost from, in truth). I decided not to go to Lexi’s because of the length of the drive, and I did swing by Alex’s house but nobody was home (which quite incensed me- like really, Alex? Where could you and your entire family be at 8 p.m. on a Sunday?) I ended up imposing upon my friend Rachel and her family’s quiet evening; I figured that they, being Jewish, would not really know what confirmation is so they would not try to make me go back and find it.
After this evening, I think the purchasing of a TomTom is in order.