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Then my car broke down


This weekend was the big Central PA Arts Festival (hereby known as “Arts Fest”).  I have been looking forward to this for AGES, especially because I’ve been working like crazy and needed a break like you wouldn’t believe.  The weekend didn’t quite go as planned…

~My one friend (who is as plan-oriented as I am) couldn’t come (tres sad) so I spent the days leading up to Arts Fest and the weekend frantically texting people in a last-ditch effort to make new plans.  Didn’t quite pan out as expected.

~The a/c in my car (which I thought was fixed) is still broken.  It wasn’t an issue until I sat in traffic for a good 45 minutes.  And this wasn’t your ordinary traffic.  This was traffic on a highway in the middle of PA.  I ask you, how does that happen!?

~I didn’t make an idiot out of myself while playing frat-boy inspired drinking games.  This is a highlight in an otherwise fail-ridden weekend.  And, as it turns out, I’m pretty damn good at flip cup.  Basically it’s a race to see which team can drink fastest and who has the best hand/table/cup/eye coordination.

~Most of Saturday was wasted because people wanted to sleep in.  It felt nice, don’t get me wrong, but I’m used to being up and about at 7 AM, not 12:30 PM.  Also didn’t get to meet up with one friend because she goes, “Just keep walking, we’ll run into each other.”  Did I mention I’m a planner and I don’t handle “We’ll meet up somewhere sometime maybe” situations that well?

~Babysat some drunk people and in the process of carting their lit-up asses home, a passing frat boy bro-dude said I looked like a “pregnant slut.”  Then I got beer thrown at me.  Not making that junk up.  Also, did I mention it’s not fun to be the most sober one in a group full of people who are so drunk they’re mumbling incoherently in something that resembles baby-talk?

~Lastly, woke up at 6:30 AM so I could make it back home to be at work at 10:30 AM.  I was late, however, because this ended up being my transportation back home:

At least I saved gas on the way back?


Author: Angelica Ross

Coffee addict, Post-It aficionado, Sharpie fanatic. I live and work in Pittsburgh, pin lots of recipes I'll never make, and I love the Oxford comma. Sometimes I write about advertising, other times I write about general life happenings; no matter what, I always try to entertain.

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