Why is it things you look forward to for so long are over in a blink of the eye? I've been counting down the days since August to seeing Joel McHale's standup and spending some time with my brother Cory. And before you know it, it's over and I'm in the car headed back home! Of course, the crazy process of getting there didn't help matters, I was never able to relax and enjoy my trip because I was in a rush the whole time!
I was late getting home from work Friday, so I scrapped any kind of nap and flew into the shower. I raced out the door, only about 25 minutes behind schedule at this point (which I had waaay overestimated to make room for traffic). I figure I have enough time to swing by the pharmacy to pick up my prescription and also get some cash for the expected tolls and subway rides. Big mistake. I run into CVS and wait at the pharmacy counter for the pharmacist to finish with the customer at the drive-thru. He takes 10 minutes, yes 10 MINUTES, to explain to the woman that her insurance won't accept her prescription because not enough time has elapsed since her last refill. Then, right when I think he's headed my way, he picks up the phone. At this point, another pharmacy worker shows up, BUT can't find my prescription! She finally finds it on the counter, but says I have to wait for the pharmacist because she's not sure why he put it aside. The pharmacist has at this point moved on to another customer, so when he finally gets to me, he says he had a question about the dosage and hasn't been in touch with my doctor yet. Ummm, this is a prescription I've had REFILLED here several times...why the questions now?? UUGGGHHH!!!!! Finally, FINALLY, I get out of there, jump in the car and hit the road...only to get stuck in some kind of accident! REALLY? Are the fates trying to tell me something? Do they NOT want me to see Joel?
Anyway, I make up some serious time on the turnpikes but alas, smack into traffic upon my arrival at the Lincoln Tunnel. THAT takes an hour, after which I proceed to tackle the streets of NYC, snag my brother and we head uptown to drop my car off. It's 5:45 p.m. and the show starts at 7. We're making progress, we're mere blocks away from parking, and suddenly we get directed to the left and I can't stop it from happening. What else could we doing but going over the bridge to Queens?? At this point, a stream of F-words come out of my brother's mouth, and my stomach has dropped to my feet. It's now 6:10 and we have to make a judgement call: try to drive back over the bridge, park and cab it to Carnegie? Or park in Queens and take the subway? We parked, we subwayed and we made it with 10 minutes to spare. What can I say, I bring the adventure! And, Joel, you were worth every hand shaking, nerve wracking, brother-swearing minute. :)
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