dinner guests and late night strolls
Just a quick update--I finally did get my parking ticket problem worked out with OSU. I eventually managed to get a hold of someone and appeal the ticket, and seeing as I never had (and probably never will have) the lime-green mustang the ticket was issued to, the charges were dropped and I can come back to school. Yippee.
On to more exciting things---last Wednesday could find me wandering around a rather dodgy section of town in the middle of the night in just a football jersey (Teddy Ginn Jr., of course). I guess I should probably start at the beginning of the story.... so I was over at a friend's house having dinner (he spilled his pasta on my shorts, which got thrown in the wash, thereby explaining the "just a football jersey" side of the problem) when we heard a car pull up. Turns out his girlfriend came back from a business trip early and was stopping by for a surprise visit.
Instead of allowing her to come to her own conclusions about a girl she doesn't really know having dinner alone with her boyfriend (in a football jersey), my friend decided that the best solution would be to pretend I had never been there--although this plan included forcing me to climb quickly (aka fall) out of his back window. So now it's a little awkward, but still no major problem--just get in my car and drive home, right? Except that I didn't have my car there. So at this point I should whip out my phone and call the closest friend for a ride and a good laugh at my nervous jerk of a friend who got my in this situation. Except that my phone was in my car charging. So this leaves me in a jersey, car-less, phone-less, in the middle of the night, on the "other side of the bridge." Now I'm starting to think that I might have a problem.
Lucky for me, another friend of mine lived relatively close by, so I walked up the hill to his apartment. Also lucky for me, he was home and only too happy to lend me his phone--and laugh at me the entire time I was there for the situation I had gotten myself into. So a situation that could have been potentially worse turned out to be a good laugh. We're still wondering, though, what did happen to my friend and his girlfriend. You see, in his haste to throw me out of his house he had forgotten that my shoes were still by the front door, not to mention the fact that my shorts were still in the dryer, and that there were still two plates sitting out from dinner...