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I tied my bandana around my hair, pulled my hood up and looked at my watch, noting the bus was late by ten minutes as it pulled up. Not worried, I boarded and rode downtown and into Friday afternoon traffic. We hit every traffic light, was delayed by an ambulance, and then later by an elderly woman who wouldn’t load the bus but instead stood in the doorway making chit chat until the bus driver yelled, “Get in!” And last but not least, there was construction going down Madison. Once we hit the pier, I ran up the terminal ramp to get to the ferry entrance at 4:21PM. My boat had left and it started to rain. My head felt light from the lack of sleep so I sat on the floor against a wall, and eleven phone calls later I was able to get ahold of my mom to tell her that I missed the ferry and that they would have to have to wait an hour and a half longer to pick me up. Dangit. So that’s frustrating.

And now? Ordered jasmine green tea at Downtown Cups and using free wi-fi. Awaiting Dean (on skates) to drop by and say hello while I wait for the next boat. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. I mean honestly, any one of the events mentioned above alone would’ve been enough. Laughed at the ridiculousness of it by the time I got to the terminal. Not laughing so much now of course. Aar.