Lest I fall on my ass while dreaming

This is a bit of an old story, but I’ve had a busy weekend so this is all you get. 😉

Monique wanted to know about my bus ride home from my recent trip to NYC (read journal entries 1, 2 & 3) when I proclaimed that it wasn’t that great on July 7. So I’m dedicating this post to her…

I should’ve seen it as an omen that the bus ride home wasn’t going to be as smooth as the ride over to New York. And I was expecting that I wouldn’t get much sleep on the bus after I discovered that both my Bubble and I had misread the information on where the bus would be leaving from. Granted my worst fear of being packed in like sardines wasn’t realised but having to be semi-aware the whole overnight ride wasn’t that much better.

The bus driver was a really nice guy, but he drove like a maniac. The bus wasn’t that packed so I was able to get two seats all to myself, which meant that I could fold up my legs, lean them up against the window and lay my back flat on the two seats. This was great during the ride over because there was quite a bit of traffic so he couldn’t drive that fast on the curvy highway. But because it was an overnight bus, there wasn’t that much traffic so he was zipping by at a kazillion miles an hour around all the bends. This meant that every now and the bus would jerk and the image of my ass firmly hitting the ground and the entire bus laughing at me would periodically invade my dream of the private concert John Mayer was holding for me.

It wasn’t the worst that could’ve happened, but it did mean that when I got home all I could do was sleep some more and I’m pretty sure that messed up my chances of getting the interview with the new lead the placement agency has been trying to get for me – because I couldn’t call her to tell her when I was available when I was asleep, now could I? Of course, I probably could’ve called when I woke up at noon, but I forgot.

Of course, this happened a while ago… so forgetting to call the agency isn’t that big of a deal anymore. ;P

responses to “Lest I fall on my ass while dreaming” 2

  1. Yikes! I couldn’t do that. I’d go crazy. What do you do to pass the time?

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