Well I got all moved over to Bozeman along with my dog, Ralphy, and my cat, Boris, and holy boats was it a struggle! Let's start with the beginning of the day:
When I woke up in the morning I was about half way packed, but all I had left were my bathroom supplies, miscellaneous objects, and items for the animals left to pack. I decided to make a list of all the things I needed because every single year I end up forgetting something and needing to either go buy a new one or have my mom send me whatever I forgot in a care package. I started getting so meticulous about what was on my list that I was running out of time to take a shower and really wanted to make it to my friend's graduation party by five and be out of town by six. This was the goal.
After I got out of the shower I still wasn't fully packed but I decided to start loading a few things into my car. However, I discovered something that would ruin my day.... the back gate to my car would not open. I tried all of the chick solutions: pulling, pulling harder, kicking, unlocking, but it wouldn't budge. I decided to call my ex-boyfriend (we're still friends) to ask if I could drive by his house and see if he could get the door open. At this point it was about 3:40PM, and it takes me about 20 minutes to drive into town from my house.
We spent another twenty minutes trying to get my back door open and still it would not budge. I guess I didn't realize what time it was and we talked for another twenty minutes. When I realized what time it was I quickly drove to my mom's store and began asking her what I should do since my car is a two door Rav-4 and my suitcase weighs more than I do and somehow I needed to fit it and a Rottweiler and a cat and lots of other stuff in there. In the back of my head I wanted to just trade cars with her, but when I just remotely suggested it she laughed and said, "fat chance" (My mom drives a Pontiac Grand Am and doesn't really want to start driving my dorky little car for two months while I drive around looking like hot shit). I decided to just go home and see what I could do.
When I got back in my car it was around 5:20, and I wanted to call my friend to tell her I would be late, but I forgot my phone at my house. Of course. I drove as fast as I could to my house and called my friend and let her know I would be late. She said it was fine and she would see me later. I began throwing things into bags and quickly realizing that I wouldn't be able to take as much as I thought I would. I got everything in (including the dog who had about three square feet of room to sit in for the duration of the trip) and finally had to get my cat in his kennel. When he saw the kennel he flipped out, ran away, hid under my bed, ran out again, began shaking, and peed on my hamper. After cleaning up that mess I put him in the kennel with a towel in case he decided to soil himself again and got him in the car. It was about 6:45 at this point, and I wanted to at least swing by my friend's graduation party to congratulate her.
I drove the 20 minutes to her house and when I arrived not a single person was there. I had assumed the party was at her house and didn't think to ask where it was and therefore didn't know where the party was. When I called her she didn't answer, and I had to get on the road because it was well past 7:00. I felt like such a bad friend. The lesson I guess is to always ask where the location of a party is otherwise you will look and feel like a complete ass. That is the Jewel's words of wisdom for the day.
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