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Roadtrippin’ – Wedding in Charleston and my personal travel quirks

This past weekend was hectic. I had to be at meeting for JLA at 8:30 on Saturday morning. From there I drove to Lexington, SC to meet up for about an hour with Erin. I knew I was cutting it close, but per usual, I wanted to do what I wanted to do. This feeling leads to cutting it close between meetings and events. I cut it really close this time.

I got into Charleston with what I thought was time to spare. Time check was 3:35 and I just needed a parking spot. The invitation didn’t say there was parking at the church. So when I drove by I couldn’t see the parking that is in the middle of the First Baptist Church complex on Meeting St. Okay, I’ll just find something on the street. Foiled again. Signs everywhere for Residential Permit parking only. I’m sure there was something somewhere, but I wasn’t taking the chance of getting booted or towed in Charleston.

I had pulled over on a side street and changed into my Kate Spade dress and Jimmy Choo’s. But I couldn’t get the dress zipped up in the car by myself. Therefore, I was standing outside of someone’s house desperately trying to get my dress zipped. I was in such a hurry I did something to my neck THAT REALLY HURT!

I had seen a sign for public parking a few blocks back but it took a bit with one way streets to find that deck again. Now it’s 3:55. There I go, running down meeting street, huffing and puffing, trying not to sweat looking at churches counting down the denominations. Presbyterian, Methodist, there we go, Baptist. My hippie hair was flying. The music was playing when I arrived. Crap. I got reprimanded by the wedding coordinator. “You go sit over there.” The horror. Banishment to a corner.

To sum this up, the wedding was beautiful. I didn’t take pictures. Saw some people from my past. Defended the bride’s honor. Drank champagne. The end.

Back to my driving and travel quirks. I’ve spent a lot of time traveling for work and just in general. I have my ways and honestly, I don’t like traveling in the car with other people. I only like to fly with other people and even then I get frustrated because people just don’t know how to MOVE and deal with other travelers.

First, I prefer classic rock radio stations. I like to listen to Led Zeppelin, Ac/DC, Guns N’Roses, with a side of Jessie J or INXS. It’s what I like. Other people don’t. I find most other music incredibly annoying. I drove to Sea Island once with my sister. She played hard core rap the entire time. That trip had issues.

Second, I pay attention to how other people are driving. To explain more, I drive like I’m in a video game and am always planning my next move. My speed is generally 75-80 on the interstate. This is not slow and is a good speed for the middle lane. However, when someone comes up behind me and then wants to pass on the RIGHT SIDE this really bothers me. I’m not the one who needs to move into the slow lane. They can pass me on the LEFT and be the one to get the ticket. I’m very careful about my super speeder status and ticket possibilities.

Third, if I stop to get food I like to eat in the car while sitting in the parking lot of the restaurant. I have this weird thing about eating anything from a fast food restaurant in a fast food restaurant. I also, don’t particularly like to eat while driving. This really doesn’t make any sense. But I will drive through the drive thru then park and eat in my car. In privacy, in quiet, away from the masses. I even feel this way about Starbucks. No eating inside.

Fourth, I always pack to much. No matter what. I don’t care. If I don’t I always need another option. Therefore, two weeks of clothes it is.

Fifth, snacks. Apples, Larabars, and raw almonds. Always. Otherwise, huge food regrets will happen. And no one wants food regrets.

These little things probably don’t sound like a big deal, but I tend lose patience easily with traveling. On a road trip or in an airport I just get frustrated and have to remember NAMASTE this to shall pass. Try to enjoy your time. Don’t let your blood pressure get high. And always remember, the more you frown the more you pay for Botox.

Happy Halloween aka Wednesday

It’s Halloween.

This is my iphone pic of my Kate Spade shift. It’s Wednesday.

On Wednesday’s we wear pink.

This is our pumpkin. Nothing out of the ordinary but I did think it looked cool lit up at night when we drive into the cul-de-sac.

Say Cheese!

These are my candy bags I do for people I visit for work this time of year. Basically, I just combine candy corn, Indian corn and the pumpkin cremes, tie a bow and attach my card. I seem to always work in positions where I call on small business owners and they (and their staff) love stuff like this. Sometimes I think some of the tactics I take would seem old-fashioned to people but the tactics work so I don’t really care.

Probably a good thing I don’t call on dentists.

I went to a party last night given by someone we do business with. It was quite the shindig. Most people were dressed in costume, open bar, fully catered, etc. All the girls working the event were dressed as slutty nurses which is fine since most of the guests were men and I don’t really find that kind of thing offensive. But I walked in, in my green trench since I was freezing. And my outfit was a DVF and black tights. Typical me, but that was one of the rare times where I just felt old, over dressed, covered up, not cute, fat, list goes on. I’m not fat. I know this. But I am 5’9 and when you are standing beside a petite, size 0 with inflatable tits the automatic reaction is “OMG! Pass the botox! And NO, I don’t want any food.”

So many mixed feelings and struggles about not comparing self. Remembering to be my best or work to my best is HAAAARRRDDDD. Boo! Hiss!

Have a caltene bar for me! I won’t be eating. ;)

Adventures in Hospital Parking Deck Parking

As I was leaving the elevator stairwell of Piedmont Hospital this morning I crossed the street to the deck and happened upon a white Prius. It took just a second to realize it was not mine. The dog inside gave it away.

I walked around it and saw another white Prius and walked over to it. It was in the same area of where I had parked the night before and was not paying much attention. But then quickly realized it was not the mine. The trashed inside and the Obama sticker gave that away.

Exasperated I turned around and looked down the row of cars. There was my white Prius. The one with UF Gator head on the back.

And off I zoomed.