Yep, I realize it's only four days into June, and I am already dubbing yesterday the "Most Bizzare Day Ever". Let's just say it'd take quite a bit of work to top it, and if it happens I'll be lucky to be alive, so lets hope it doesn't, eh?
The day started off, I awoke from a pretty odd dream (which I will post later in a Dream Journal post, as it doesn't have much relavence to this particular story). It was a school day for Meaghan, so she poked around for a bit eating breakfast and getting dressed. Normally I like to get here there by nine, but I also had to get gas on top of the fact that she was pretty insistant that she pick out her outfit for the day, so it was more like ten when we got there. I dropped her off, so far a typical morning.
The next thing on my list was to go to Johnson's Veterinary in Lawrence. This was to get some Iams Veterinary Formula low-pH cat food for my mom's cat, Nino. Nino has some sort of kidney problem, I don't really know, but he needs special food and my mom is away in Nantucket and someone is cat-sitting Nino so she wanted to make sure there was plenty of food in case they needed it, and hey I was going to be in Lawrence anyways, could I do it? So I get over there, the place is jam packed with three dogs (a Boston Terrier, A Golden Retriever, and a Wiemaraner), two cats (one of which also had a boxful of kittens) and all thier owners. One of the kittens, poor thing, had gotten stuck during birth and his paw had broken in two places. They had put him on antibiotics for a few days to see if he would mend, but he didn't and they had to amputate the foot. He was still a cute little ball of fluff, more like a hamster than a cat at that age, despite being a bit gimpy. Meanwhile I noticed one of the vets had an eyebrow ring. My friend Jackie (Dr. Steggy) is a vet, and often she writes "my day at the clinic" type stories on her blog. Reading a few of those I can tell you, I certainly wouldn't want to have anything hanging off of me, a necklace or bracelet, nevermind something attatched through my skin, on a day where a 750 pound dog who really doesn't want to be at the vet shows up! So yeah, a bit strange.
Next on the list was a trip to "The Fabric Place" and I know what you're thinking, "wait didn't you just go there on Sunday" and the answer to that is yes, but also no. We got there just before 11AM on Snday, but Woburn Mall's Sunday hours are 12PM, so instead I tried Michael's in Everett. I actually had the stuff I needed, in my hands, and then second guessed myself and asked the 18 year old clerk if it was what I was looking for. She didn't think so, and didn't think she'd ever in fact heard of anything that they carried that sounded like what I was asking about. So I put it back, only to look it up when I got home and realize that I had it all along. How irritating! So yeah decided just to go to Fabric Place where they would know what the hell I was talking about.
I hadn't had breakfast that morning, and it was about 11AM, so I stopped into the McDonald's in the mall for a bite. I know, McDonald's is horribly evil for you, and yeah I watched Morgan Spurlock's "Super-Size Me" and it totally icked me out, but apparently not so much so that I can overcome my french fry addiction. IMHO McDonald's has the best damn french fries, ever. Well at least in America, I don't travel much, but I've heard the Belgians make a mean french fry. My other favorite McDonald's past-time, is trying out whatever the newest menu item is, in this case it was the "Southern Style Crispy Chicken Sandwich". The SSCCS (because I'm not typing all that again) was not nearly as excellent as my foray into the "Sausage McSkillet Burrito" from a few months ago. All I can really describe it as, is like the equivalent of eating a stick of Land O' Lakes Butter. Yeah it's sickeningly buttery tasting. On top of that it's advertised as havig pickles, so I'm thinking you know a Quarter Pounder sized quantity of pickles (appx. 8) not a hamburger sized portion of pickles (2), but alas it was the latter. My sandwich had a lowly regular sized pickle slice and a even lowlier baby mini pickle slice all pushed over to one side of the sandwich, so I had to eat much of this buttery atrocity without the aid of the beloved pickle goodness.
To make matters worse, I forgot all about the new McDonald's Sweet Iced Tea, which would have been the perfect compliment to my Southern Fried Butter Sandwich, so I had already ordered a Coke. This particular McDonald's only has one ice machine and one soda fountain (boy that must suck at high-volume lunch hours). I was in line for ice, behind another guy, when some guy comes flying in from the sidelines of the restaurant and cuts me off. He was getting a refill, so I guess he just assumed that since he had already waited in line for his initial drink filling, he was entitled to just muscle his way into line the second time round. Honestly if he would have just asked, I porbably wouldn't care, like maybe he was in a hurry to go back to work or something and I would have let him cut in. It was the fact that he just decided social conventioons weren't really his style. So he moves onto the soda machine and I finally get my ice and now I am am waiting for him to finish filling his drink, hes taking up pretty much the whole machine so no one else can get in. And then, he drinks out of the cup, while still standing there, so he can refill it some more! What an asshat! I should've told him so, but of course I didn't.
So after all that adventure, I go to Fabric Place, buy what I need and get back in my car to head to Boston to drop off my mom's catfood with her concierge. When entering the tunnel, some sort of funeral procession was going on, except none of the other drivers understood what was going on. A truck was stuck at a standstill waiting to enter the right hand lane behind the procession, and thus blocking up the middle lanes, cop cars were escorting the procession so all you could see is the blue flashing lighting up the whole tunnel. People were swerving all over the place thinking it was an accident and trying to avoid it. It was a freaking mess. But eventually I manuvered past all that and got to my mom's condo.
My original plan was to park out front in the drop-off area so I wouldn't have to find parking. This plan was foiled by the fact that there were no less than ten eighteen-wheeler trucks full of cable and other equipment going up and down both sides of Tremont street, because they were filming a movie! This is actually the second time in the last two months I have inadvertantly run into a movie set. The previous occasion being at Burlington Mall where they are currently filming the Adam Sandler produced Kevin James film "Paul Blart: Mall Cop". Unfortunately I have no idea what film they were filming yesterday, I'll have to see if my mom knows.
So I ended up using my parking pass and parking in her garage after all, and then going up to the lobby to drop off the bag of catfood with the front desk so they could put it in her unit (since I didn't have a key).
Now here's the weirdest bit of the story. My dining room table, for lack of a better word, is/was buried in bills, theatre bills, personal bills, all kinds of bills. I spent much of the better part of last week and this weekend, getting rid of those bills. On Monday I had discovered a notice of cancellation for my car insurance, dated May 13th. Monday was June 2, as you know. I had been driving around for the last few weeks uninsured. I panicked, called my agent, she said I would have to pay $1259 in full to get re-insured (apparently when you're cancelled due to non-payment the new company wants the cash up front, can't say I blame them). My other option I found out, since I was already a driver on Steve's policy, was to just add my vehicle to his policy, thus avoiding the pre-payment issue, since he was already an active customer in good standing (also this way we would only recieve the one bill). So I did that, but I didn't really know exatly when this coverage was going to be effective, so I spent much of Tuesday drivign around CAREFULLY to avoid potential accidents, until I could see the paperwork that proved that I was in fact insured (turned out I was but I didn't know this yet when I was driving). So I am trying to get onto 93N to go home. This is the South Boston exit, which kind of loops off of Herald Street under the highway and you can go three different directions to the left to get to either Mass Pike, 93N, or some other place (Chinatown/South Station maybe?) or you can go straight over the bridge into South Boston. I wait for my light to change green, I look (as I always do) to make sure no last minute stragglers are speeding through the light, looks clear, I slowly make my turn towards the on-ramp when a huge Dodge Ram 3500 Pickup Truck comes whizzing past me missing me only by inches. It's a good thing I hadn't been in a hurry or I would have been creamed on my passengers side by appx. 6 tons of force (most likely driven by a Hemi V8 engine). I'm driving a Mitsubishi Outlander, which I'm pretty sure is made out of like Play-Doh or similar man made material... let's just say it wouldn't have been pretty.
I made it home in one piece after that adventurous day, with every intent on working on the craft for which I bought the items earlier that day. But after all that I just had no motivation, and decided to play "Portal" until the laws of physics made my brain bleed, instead. ;-)