I had to go to my bank to sort out some crazy fees that that they charged me. I was seriously on the verge of tears. But I kept it together, after all I could cry after I came home.

Luckily, a very nice young man (32 or 33 years old) helped me out which I greatly appreciated. And after probably 15-20 minutes I was on my merry way.

It wasn't until after I was home that I realized the guy was totally coming on to me! (I usually pick up that kind of stuff right away, but because I was freakin' out, I was totally oblivious until I recalled the conversation.)

I got a little offended thinking of it. Everything he did was very subtle, but he worked it in there. He complimented me a lot and even gave me his cell phone number, and told me I can call "any time" (He did it in a way that played it safe and not too bold). But how unprofessional!! Why would you need to give anyone your cell phone number when it's completely a work-related-customer relationship. Just in our small talk while he was helping me, I know that he's married and has kids. Ugh. I feel bad for his wife. What a shame.


On a complete different note:
I took Matt to the train station this morning. He's away for work til Thursday. :( I'm gonna miss my baby!
Ah, I freakin' love him.

GO GET YOUR MAMMIES GRAMMED

For years and years they told me,
Be careful of your breasts.
Don't ever squeeze or bruise them.
And give them monthly tests.
So I heeded all their warnings,
And protected them by law.
Guarded them very carefully,
And I always wore my bra.
After 30 years of astute care,
My gyno, Dr Pruitt,
Said I should get a Mammogram
"OK," I said, "let's do it."
"Stand up here real close" she said,
(She got my boob in line),
"And tell me when it hurts," she said,
"Ah yes! Right there, that's fine."
She stepped upon a pedal,
I could not believe my eyes!
A plastic plate came slamming down,
My hooters in a vise!
My skin was stretched and mangled,
From underneath my chin.
My poor boob was being squashed,
To Swedish Pancake thin.
Excruciating pain I felt,
Within it's viselike grip.
A prisoner in this vicious thing,
My poor defenseless tit!
"Take a deep breath," she said to me,
Who does she think she's kidding?!?
My chest is mashed in her machine,
And woozy I am getting.
"There, that's good," I heard her say,
(The room was slowly swaying.)
"Now, let's have a go at the other one."
Have mercy, I was praying.
It squeezed me from both up and down,
It squeezed me from both sides.
I'll bet SHE'S never had this done,
To HER tender little hides.
Next time that they make me do this,
I will request a blindfold
I have no wish to see again,
My knockers getting steam rolled.
If I had no problem when I came in,
I surely have one now.
If there had been a cyst in there,
It would have gone "ker-pow!"
This machine was created by a man,
Of this, I have no doubt.
I'd like to stick his balls in there,
And, see how THEY come out!

My own beloved, who has lifted me
From this drear, flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before they saving kiss! My own, my own,
Who camest to me when the world was gone,
And I who looked for only God, found thee.

-Poem from "Sonnets From the Portuguese" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

It's cold out.
I don't like it.

Today in NYC went much better than yesterday, but needless to say, I'm happy to be back home.
I made friends with random people that work in NY. It was fun, the hotel had internet connect back up today which was nice.
I wanted to get on Cash Cab, but that didn't happen. woo woo

We took a slightly earlier train, we got the 5:10 instead of the 5:39 train. Whatev, I tried my hardest to get home in time to sing worship with my sister and TCA, but it just didn't work out. Sorry Kate!

I've never ran into so many difficulties while in NYC before. Everything today just hasn't gone smoothly. It's unbelievable.

The day started off ok... cut it close to missing the train, but we made it in the nick of time and that's all that matters.
Once we were in the city, the taxi driver didn't know where the hotel was and ends up driving in circles to which we're yelling at him to pull over and let us out and we walked to our hotel.
In the hotel... there's renovations being done, so it's a mess and extremely loud. And guess what, our room isn't ready. So Megan has to sit there and wait for an hour and a half until she can get to her room.
Finally, the room is ready and I get settled in. I get lappy out so I can do schoolwork, and I'm having trouble connecting to the internet. After messing with some settings and still having no luck, I called the front desk to which a nice lady expressed to me that the internet is down, and has not been working since yesterday some time, however to try the Business Center because it's internet through a different company and it may work.
I go to the Business Center, and whoop.. no internet connection! ;lkfdsh;oaieh9r I wanted to scream so badly.

Hear I am at a tiny starbucks down the block where I finally connected to the internet for $3.99.

I hope the rest of the trip goes smoother.
It's weird, even though EVERYTHING has gone wrong, I'm surprised at how calm I am. Yes, I'm frustrated, but I'm not thoroughly pissed which I find extremely surprising.
I might cry though.

I bought "Sophie" two new hair bands. :) Yay dollar store!

While I was there I walked down the, I guess, Arts & Crafts aisle... I was in an artistic mood so I grabbed a whole bunch of stuff that I'll use for many things, but my project tonight was decorating the "Matty Basket" which is now a box. So the "Matty Box" is where Matt is to place his things in the future when he comes over so we're not looking for his watch, keys, phone and wallet at 1 in the morning in three different rooms of my home.
And I'm not just saying this because I made it.. but I MUST say.. it is a fantastic piece of work.

The photos are up from the Masquerade!
www.davesalbum.com/masquerade