In which our hero goes home and writes of his day

I wake up at eleven, the earliest I have awoken this entire spring break. I know I'm probably going to get lost today. I take a shower. My usual eight minutes and twenty seconds (give or take a few) of Dove and minty smelling shampoo heaven. I get out of the shower and with a towel slipping down, I make a half-hearted dash to my room. This dash consists of one long step as my room is very much next to the bathroom.

I sit down at my computer and log on to my instant message program, checking to see if that one lady friend of mine that I'd like to make more of a friend is on. Nope. She's not. Just set the away message, maybe she'll be on before you go and she'll want to come with you. Open Google. Where was I going again? Oh yeah, that's right. I plug in the coordinates to Google and upon learning that I have no paper (nor ink) in my printer, I must pass the duty to print to my brother. These directions seem dubious to me, but it's better to have them instead of nothing at all.

I take my mother's car. I feel I need some street cred, despite the fact that I average a very high miles per gallon ratio out of my car. I put the key in and twist. The motor doesn't purr. It's not supposed to. I'm good to go. I back out of the garage and am rolling on I-5 towards Seattle.

Damnit, I knew these directions were wrong. "Hamilton, how do I get to so and so?"

"Oh, just take thingamajo and whatchamacallit."

And so I go and so I arrive. I pay the exorbitant fee to park and situate myself in a very lonely stall. I don't want anyone to bump, ding, or scratch this car. And so I step out and walk to the party. I feel somewhat lonely but the sun is shining and I am happy. But lo, dark clouds loom menacingly not far from here, I best return and get my jacket.

As I return, the march is about to start, so I start walking and following those ahead of me. I'm alone and it has started raining. I don't remember much of the march, but somehow I became quite soaked.

It ends at another park due north and next to the water. I walk along and while I'm being handed a lightbulb, a bug lands near my eye. I start to try to flick it away and then I hear someone call my name. What? I didn't think anybody I knew was going to be here, they all told me they didn't. It's Jenny, but she doubts I remember her. Of course I remember her, though we've only met once before. I'd have said something sooner, but I was still a tad freaked out about the bug. And my eye. I hate things near my eye.

We sit and talk and catch up as if we knew each other much better. I enjoy it because there is none of the getting to know you nonsense. We are called to the stage and two blokes talk for a few moments, but they are followed by Ron Sims. Ron Sims riles the party up and provides some much needed excitement. They brought him out too soon however, he is followed by speakers with little excitement or momentum.

The crowd disperses and Jenny and I are photographed. Some remark is made by one of us that I need to walk all the way back to my car. After some cajoling, we duck into a fish and chips joint and talk about a multitude of things. I think to myself that I am an incredibly boring person and that I ramble too much.

The time that I had said I was going to be home passes and we realize how much time we had been sitting there. We shamble back towards my car and then I drive her home.

I was lost for about fifteen minutes but was able to find my bearings and point my car due South.