Last night, I went to the Ingrid Michaelson concert with Jenn and Anna. It was amazing, and her opening act, Sugar and the Hi-Lows was just as fabulous as she is. But that is not the reason I am writing this post. I am writing to tell you that sometimes I freak out, in the form of a little story entitled "I am an Idiot."
On the way home from school yesterday, I decided that I wanted to make myself a dress to wear that evening. Therefore I immediately began cutting out material when I arrived at home. Because I decided to edge the whole thing in green, I rough hemmed all the edges in green thread (the dress is navy) and then I looked at the clock--almost 6:00! I was meeting Anna in 40 minutes-and I had to get gas! I rushed through hair and makeup, ignored the unfinished edges of my dress, and drove consistently 5 miles over the speed limit all the way to the church parking lot. I ended up getting there 10 minutes early, and sat in the car to wait for Anna. I waited and waited. I called when she was 5 minutes late, and then when she was 10 minutes late. 3 calls and two texts later, she still hadn't responded. That was it--I knew she was dead. But for some reason, the forefront conern in my mind was that I was going to be late, not the untimely passing of one of my dearest friends. At 7:00, I know the concert was starting and I had to get to the theatre if I was going to collect my ticket from Jenn, who would already be there. Understand that at this point, I have worked myself into full blown panic mode. I experienced slight hyperventilation, accompanied by awful images of Anna kidnapped or in a car crash. I called my mom, and walked down to the Lucas, and found out the concert was actually at the Trustees theatre. Oops. I made it to the Trustees, only to find out the concert started at 8:00. I realized I was standing in downtown Savannah, by myself, in the dark, wearing an unfinished dress, an hour early for a concert. But my humiliation was not yet complete.
At this point, Anna's mom called to let me know that Anna had forgotten her phone, and was already at the church. Unfourtunately, she called from Ana's phone, so I answered it-
"Hey, I'm an idiot."
"Umm, Millie, this is Mrs. Heritage."
And that, my friends, pretty much sums up my whole night.
The End.
Except for not quite. I eventually met up with Anna and Jenn, and it was awesome. This was an example of an unjustified freak out.
But I do have a justified freak out story, that I might post at a later date. Or I might never post again. Who knows?
