Re: Rep Retirement Lodge 137: Counting the long summer days
Finally back home.
DT was fun last night. Brought some KBC home with me, considered buying a 1/4 barrel of widowmaker to bring home and have people over but figured I'd just end up with a bunch of extra beer.
I think I passed diva on the road on my way through the UP.
Where do you think this happened?
It was quite the weekend. Not in the super-happy-funtimes-SENANICANS way, though.
Friday--got to Marquette, marched the Homecoming parade. No big deal, just pretty cold outside and windy as hell. After that, I got to friends' house where I am staying and learned they have no heat or power due to a storm that went through the night before. Oh well.
Saturday--woke up to still no power. Cold shower in the dark after a night with no heat= not so awesome. Headed back in to Marquette with my friends (a husband and wife expecting their firstborn next month) for 4 hours of rehearsal (and I give my friend a ton of credit--that rehearsal tired me out, I couldn't imagine doing that 8 months along), followed by the band alumni lunch. After said lunch, start heading up to the fine arts building to prepare for the march down. We pull up to the intersection to leave the sports complex area (3rd and Fair, for those familiar with Marquette), intersection looks clear except for a car on Fair about to turn right in to the driveway we're pulling out of. As we start to go straight through the intersection, the other car changes his mind at the last second and accelerates right in to us. First words out of Pregnant Friend's mouth, "is everyone OK?". Second words? "My stomach hurts." Ohhhhhhh shiiiit. I call 911 and report the accident/get an ambulance on the way. Get out of the car, have words with the other driver's college-aged son when the emergency crews show up (He thought the ambulance was a "bit much", I informed him that the car his father just hit had a woman who was 8 months pregnant who was now having contractions, so that's why we brought that in for this "little fender bender". (Side note--said other car had Wisconsin plates, and the entire family were complete and utter doooshnozzles, and I was 2 seconds away from doling out hammerfalconpunches.)) In the meantime, friends of ours (both called and who happened to be there) start arriving on the scene to help us out. Since the hospital was only 5 blocks away, I went with Pregnant Friend in another friend's car to the ER, while Pregnant Friend's husband stayed at the scene to sort that out and caught a ride with a different set of friends to the ER afterwards. (His family also happened to be in town, thank goodness.) After about 45 minutes at the ER, we find out that Pregnant Friend and her baby are fine, but they kept her on the monitor for a few more hours just to be sure. Husband got a ticket for failure to yield, even though the cop admitted it really wasn't his fault and that the other driver was a complete as
sbag. Since I was fine and wasn't allowed back in to the OB area with them, I just decided to go to the game anyway because I had literally nothing else to do and no way of getting back to get my car to go anywhere else. Marched the game (which went fine except for the whole losing thing). Alternated between explaining why Pregnant Friend and Husband weren't there and telling people that, yes, I knew there was an accident, I was in the farking back seat when it happened. Game ends just as Pregnant Friend was released from the hospital. Ditch my aftergame plans and just go back to their house to decompress. Husband's dad starts handing out drinks almost as soon as we're in the door to the house, which was much appreciated. KBC never tasted so good.
Sunday--far less eventful. Baby shower, Lions game, then drove home.
I need a weekend to recover from this weekend. Hell, maybe to recover from the last 2 weeks.