Tzhebee
November 19th, 2005, 11:19 PM
So, I've been down in Portland, OR since the 12th. I had a nice little meet-up with a couple-a folkses from here, then basically sat around bitching that my internet connection wouldn't work for more than about 15 minutes at a time. :p I had a study course all day 8:30-5 then usually just went back to my hotel to crash, study some more, catch up on CSI, etc.
Needless to say, I was very bored and lonely and missed my family like crazy. So I was very excited Friday morning to be able to check out of my hotel and know that as soon as class was over, I would be on my way home to my kids (and sex. :hehehehe: ). I check out, walk across the parking lot to my car...and guess what happened?
I dropped my keys...while standing on a storm drain...and they fell into the deep dark abyss also know as the Portland, OR Sewer System. Oh yeah, and my spare set? 400 miles away at home!!! :foh:
I flat freaked out!!! My keys were GONE, I had already checked out but my stuff was still in my room...and class started in 15 minutes. :collapse: I was a crying, freaking out mess! I was calling everyone I could think of, my mom (no answer), my MIL (no answer), my SO (NO ANSWER)...freak out even more....call my work (YES! they answered), gave the receptionist the job of hunting down someone for me so I could freak out to them, over the phone.
I get a cab to go to class, and the nicest cabbie in the world, he "accidently" forgets to turn on the meter, and takes me from the SE corner of town to the NW corner of town and says "Opps, no meter. Eh, it'll be about $3." I gave him $10. So, now I am at a hotel on the other side of town, calling to check back into the room I just checked out of, calling my work to see if they got ahold of anyone, freaking out even more. I was sitting on the steps just bawling "I just want to go home"...and my teacher thought the class was getting to me. :dis:
Long story short, my MIL got a hold of some locksmith who busted me into my car, created a new door, ignition AND gas-cap key so that I could go home. :woot: I go to check out (again) and the hotel guy, didn't charge me for the extra time. :woot: :woot: So, I gas up, hit the road....and guess what happens.
I get lost. (shut up, I hear you laughing) I miss the turn off 82 at Biggs (How the hell I miss it, I have NO idea). So, I call home, have them look up a map and tell me to go the long way around, through Umatilla and Tri-Cities. Well, because you just KNOW this story only gets better...I freaking missed the Umatilla exit too. (please shoot me now)
I end up in Hermiston (only a couple miles past my intended exit), have to gas up AGAIN, turn around, pray to every god on this planet and above that I PLEASE FIND MY F***ING EXIT SO I CAN GET HOME!!!!!!! I was a complete mess. It was bad.
But...I am home now! :smile: with my kids (and yes.... ;) ) I can laugh now...almost. But man....I freaking hate Oregon right now. :p
Needless to say, I was very bored and lonely and missed my family like crazy. So I was very excited Friday morning to be able to check out of my hotel and know that as soon as class was over, I would be on my way home to my kids (and sex. :hehehehe: ). I check out, walk across the parking lot to my car...and guess what happened?
I dropped my keys...while standing on a storm drain...and they fell into the deep dark abyss also know as the Portland, OR Sewer System. Oh yeah, and my spare set? 400 miles away at home!!! :foh:
I flat freaked out!!! My keys were GONE, I had already checked out but my stuff was still in my room...and class started in 15 minutes. :collapse: I was a crying, freaking out mess! I was calling everyone I could think of, my mom (no answer), my MIL (no answer), my SO (NO ANSWER)...freak out even more....call my work (YES! they answered), gave the receptionist the job of hunting down someone for me so I could freak out to them, over the phone.
I get a cab to go to class, and the nicest cabbie in the world, he "accidently" forgets to turn on the meter, and takes me from the SE corner of town to the NW corner of town and says "Opps, no meter. Eh, it'll be about $3." I gave him $10. So, now I am at a hotel on the other side of town, calling to check back into the room I just checked out of, calling my work to see if they got ahold of anyone, freaking out even more. I was sitting on the steps just bawling "I just want to go home"...and my teacher thought the class was getting to me. :dis:
Long story short, my MIL got a hold of some locksmith who busted me into my car, created a new door, ignition AND gas-cap key so that I could go home. :woot: I go to check out (again) and the hotel guy, didn't charge me for the extra time. :woot: :woot: So, I gas up, hit the road....and guess what happens.
I get lost. (shut up, I hear you laughing) I miss the turn off 82 at Biggs (How the hell I miss it, I have NO idea). So, I call home, have them look up a map and tell me to go the long way around, through Umatilla and Tri-Cities. Well, because you just KNOW this story only gets better...I freaking missed the Umatilla exit too. (please shoot me now)
I end up in Hermiston (only a couple miles past my intended exit), have to gas up AGAIN, turn around, pray to every god on this planet and above that I PLEASE FIND MY F***ING EXIT SO I CAN GET HOME!!!!!!! I was a complete mess. It was bad.
But...I am home now! :smile: with my kids (and yes.... ;) ) I can laugh now...almost. But man....I freaking hate Oregon right now. :p