Well I didn't make it too NYC due to a car accident on Friday trying to get to the train station. No worries there were no major injuries. The only casualty was my weekend of fun. However I did get to spend a wonderful snowy Friday night in Cromwell at the Courtyard Marriott. Yea more points. While I was drunk wallowing in self pity over the bottle of wine I brought to share w/ Hurricane, I got to thinking that being independent and self sufficient isn't all its cracked up to be.
While stressing out over my fucked up situation, I only almost lost it once when the guy at the gas station asked how I liked the snow during my second emergency pull over on my way home Saturday, I thought how much easier it would have been if I had a break down during the time of the accident. Then I could have freaked out and become an inactive puddle version of myself and let everyone around me handle it. However, I am unusually collected under pressure. Despite my lack of snow gear I handled it.
Saturday night when I finally got home to Boston after a few emergency stops and a blue eyed blonde moment thanks genetics I got home in one shaky piece. Its funny how when you stop moving you can get a delayed reaction to prior events. The Unique one rallied me off of the couch and came into my neighborhood for dinner so I wouldn't have to go very far. I had warned everyone that I had a few block walking radius if I was to leave the house or my newly purchased bottle of wine. ugh
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