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Well that'll teach me not to pay attention to astrological warning signs. The plan was simple. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vagabondage was going to come down and drive me and one of the kitties to the vet (nothing serious or worrisome), then we were going to have lunch and go get my Illinois state ID since I'm supposed to fly on tuesday and a not-expired form of identification would likely be useful.
At least we had lunch.
First we could not find the vet and ended up driving in circles until it was far too late to make the appointment even if we found the place (which we never did). Abby, still humiliated and furious at being dragged out from under the couch and put in a carrier for this trip, went from outraged yowling to superior smirking the more lost we got. By the time we gave up she was practically rubbing her little kitty paws together in schadenfreude glee. Seriously. Askvagabondage. When we dropped her back at home the look she gave me as she left the carrier was quite clearly, "Thought you'd take me to the vet did you? HA!"
Fine then. Lunch and ID. Lunch was nice! Really! And then there was the part where we got all the way to the ID place and realized I had no proof of residency anywhere on me. Um, oops? Traffic and time made it unrealistic to go get any and come back so that plan was a bust as well.
And since the universe has a sense of humor, there was not one but two versions of CCR's Lodi on the tape we were listening to, which cued up at eerily appropriate moments in the adventure.
I'm still gonna call the day a success because if you can't get anything done, getting nothing done while laughing your ass off with an awesome friend and a damn fine lunch is worth the price of admission. Take THAT Mercury with your retrograding.
vagabondage was going to come down and drive me and one of the kitties to the vet (nothing serious or worrisome), then we were going to have lunch and go get my Illinois state ID since I'm supposed to fly on tuesday and a not-expired form of identification would likely be useful. At least we had lunch.
First we could not find the vet and ended up driving in circles until it was far too late to make the appointment even if we found the place (which we never did). Abby, still humiliated and furious at being dragged out from under the couch and put in a carrier for this trip, went from outraged yowling to superior smirking the more lost we got. By the time we gave up she was practically rubbing her little kitty paws together in schadenfreude glee. Seriously. Ask
vagabondage. When we dropped her back at home the look she gave me as she left the carrier was quite clearly, "Thought you'd take me to the vet did you? HA!"Fine then. Lunch and ID. Lunch was nice! Really! And then there was the part where we got all the way to the ID place and realized I had no proof of residency anywhere on me. Um, oops? Traffic and time made it unrealistic to go get any and come back so that plan was a bust as well.
And since the universe has a sense of humor, there was not one but two versions of CCR's Lodi on the tape we were listening to, which cued up at eerily appropriate moments in the adventure.
I'm still gonna call the day a success because if you can't get anything done, getting nothing done while laughing your ass off with an awesome friend and a damn fine lunch is worth the price of admission. Take THAT Mercury with your retrograding.