Sunday bloody sunday!

This past weekend, I was cribbing to no end cause I had to work on Sunday. And not just that, I needed to drive all the way to this place which was almost at the border of Mass and Connecticut!! Hell, I could think of sooo many things to occupy my Sunday! I could wake up late and laze in bed till late afternoon, eat a nice heavy meal and go back to bed… maybe wake up in the evening and watch a movie, smoke the hookah with my friends (no tobacco or any other ‘stuff’ involved here! Just double apple… my favorite flavor!) And then go back to bed in preparation for the beginning of the week! Well if you know me at all, by now you are probably palpitating wondering if you need to worry about me having suffered from some serious head injury. After all I am the one up at 8:30 on Sundays dragging everyone out of bed begging, persuading (and if nothing works) bullying people to do something exciting! But if you read carefully you will notice I said I could do all those things…not that I would. Even the above schedule looked appealing to me rather than going to WORK!!

I tried to convince myself to call in sick… but I couldn’t. Eventually I got there, sulking all the way…naturally! Atleast we were being provided with lunch. Well the meeting wasn’t bad. I will grudgingly admit it was quite engaging. BUT there was no food! I have no idea how that happened! So finally when I left there at 3 in the afternoon, my stomach doing everything it could to show its displeasure, I was pretty bummed to say the least! I started driving back and put on an old CD. As my mood started improving a little, I noticed, that it was a beautiful day. Not the hackneyed version of a beautiful day where everything was bright and sunny. Infact it was like a dream. It was completely foggy, not very cold and whatever little color you could see was from the trees exhibiting what you could call fall colors.

So I got a little carried away. Listening to George Michael croon careless whisper on my stereo, I suddenly became convinced that I should not waste this day on the Interstate. Instead I took the inner routes, pretty darn confident that I would find my way home... without a map too. Well I was wrong! It took me one whole hour to get home. Bright side- I listened to the ENTIRE CD! And that’s not all. I finally found the CD on which I had all my Dirty Dancing songs! You wont believe how long that search had been going on for!

Point of the story: Why None! I just felt like rambling a little..the title of the blog does say Balderdash you know!