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No, I don't know where my towel is
Sep. 24th, 2006 11:45 amYet again, I have been defeated by my own stupidity and carelessness.
I was supposed to go to the RenFaire today. I managed to get a seat on a van from Swarthmore - which was lucky, because it had been full but someone cancelled. I had my costume all packed, including the shawl I made. I went early and had plenty of time to catch the R3.
Except I caught the one going in the wrong direction, and was most of the way to West Trenton before I realized my mistake. Because, you know, it's WEST Trenton, and the direction I wanted was west-ish. If I'd checked the railway signs, if I'd asked the conductor, if I'd realized earlier on, if, if, if...I would have been at the Faire by now, or at least on the way there.
I feel very dumb. The only reason I'm not crying or insensible with frustration is because I've made this kind of mistake before, often, and I'm used to getting over it and living with it. I still have to pay for my seat on the van, though, and I'm not sure how I'll do that.
I might still get to the Faire. The High Table group at Bryn Mawr might go this year, as they did last year. My mother and brother are going to the one in Maryland next weekend and probably wouldn't mind me coming along, although it's far out of my way, not the Faire I really want to go to or the company I'd like best. I might miss it entirely this year, and it's kind of upsetting because I don't know where I'll be this time next year.
Well, I guess I'll make the best of it. I'll work a bit more on my grad school apps and my knitting and hopefully I'll be wiser next time.
I was supposed to go to the RenFaire today. I managed to get a seat on a van from Swarthmore - which was lucky, because it had been full but someone cancelled. I had my costume all packed, including the shawl I made. I went early and had plenty of time to catch the R3.
Except I caught the one going in the wrong direction, and was most of the way to West Trenton before I realized my mistake. Because, you know, it's WEST Trenton, and the direction I wanted was west-ish. If I'd checked the railway signs, if I'd asked the conductor, if I'd realized earlier on, if, if, if...I would have been at the Faire by now, or at least on the way there.
I feel very dumb. The only reason I'm not crying or insensible with frustration is because I've made this kind of mistake before, often, and I'm used to getting over it and living with it. I still have to pay for my seat on the van, though, and I'm not sure how I'll do that.
I might still get to the Faire. The High Table group at Bryn Mawr might go this year, as they did last year. My mother and brother are going to the one in Maryland next weekend and probably wouldn't mind me coming along, although it's far out of my way, not the Faire I really want to go to or the company I'd like best. I might miss it entirely this year, and it's kind of upsetting because I don't know where I'll be this time next year.
Well, I guess I'll make the best of it. I'll work a bit more on my grad school apps and my knitting and hopefully I'll be wiser next time.
