The Post wherein Stef talks about the Comedy of Errors her weekend turned
out to be
or, "How an innocent trip to the Redhawks game went horribly wrong".
Granted, it didn't go horribly wrong until after we got home, but
still and all, it was quite an interesting weekend.
Dean had won an auction at Marc and Amalia's school for a block of
tickets, in a box, no less, so all ten of us in the family, plus
people that work for the medical group that Dean practises with to the
Oklahoma Redhawks game last Saturday night.
We were in a corporate box, where food and snacks and sodas were
provided, and we watched the Redhawks get beat by the Round Rock
Express (the Redhawks left their pitcher in much too long, IMHO, and
he got tired). It was pretty fun, even if Dean, Scott and Marc left in
the third inning to meet up with a group of Boy Scouts to go camping
in Colorado.
Scott got his learners permit, and he has this habit of not smiling in
pictures (he got it from Jeff), and he looks more and more like his
father every year. It's almost scary.
He's also getting a job this summer, so he's one of the throng of
teenagers looking for work, but not until after he gets back from
Colorado next Sunday (Father's Day).
It took us forever to get out of Bricktown after the game, and Daniel
took me, Jeff and Mom home to Mom's house, and he went to Tori's
because she had to go pick up Dean's Yukon from wherever it was
parked. When Daniel got to Tori's, he somehow slammed the car door on
his thumb, and the nail was getting black. Tori didn't think it was
broken, but it hurt like hell.
Daniel ended up calling in to work, explaining that he may have broken
his thumb and was going to have it looked at. Then he went back to my
sister's to get his medical insurance papers. On the way there, he
lost control of his car because his thumb was swollen by this time,
and hit another car.
He eventually got to Tori's and she took him to the emergency room,
where he found out that his thumb was not broken, and that his
insurance only covered injuries suffered at work. The ER doc poked a
small hole in Daniel's thumbnail to let the blood collected behind the
nail drain out (which is why it was so sore and swollen). He was given
a prescription for pain meds, and took one at Tori's and fell asleep.
Meanwhile, I had no way to get back to my apartment, so Mom said I
could borrow the van if I stayed over, then drive back to my apartment
to take a shower, change my clothes (because I was still wearing the
clothes I'd worn to the ball game), and go to school. I have to return
the van this afternoon, and Daniel, hopefully, will take me home this
evening so I can go to school on Tuesday.
I have a test in math, so I have to be there.
So, that was my Comedy of Errors weekend. I should have read my
horrorscope first, ya think?
miss you cowboy
That's all from where I sit.
--MorelaterZ--
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