Hi you anonymous beauty!
I set 5 alarms today, each various levels of annoying, to be sure to not accidentally sleep through my brunch date with Joelle. After continuing to press snooze for 20 minutes longer than planned, I force myself into the shower. I then hurry through deciding what to wear (same thing I wore yesterday because no one cares and no one was going to know, but now they do, its a good thing I don’t get embarrassed too easily) and put on makeup, leaving me only with wet hair to deal with and 10 minutes to make it happen. Just as I start to blow-dry my hair, I get a text message from Joelle saying she is running a few minutes late, but will be here soon. Hallelujah now I can finish my hair. Joelle gets here, my dogs are loud and annoying, and we jump in my car, setting off for the ever lovely Southeast Portland.
I don’t quite know the exact directions to the desired eating establishment, but I have a general idea, so we feel our way there. I find a nice looking cross street to turn down and find a spot along the curb, between two other cars. Holla parallel parking. After my super duper successful parallel parking experience yesterday in Northeast, I am amped. Alas, something goes wrong and I see that the back corner of my car has made slight contact with the back corner of another car. After a minor freak out and minor rumblings about how hard my life is, I pull halfway into a driveway, throw on my hazard lights since half my car is still blocking this tiny little road, and we forge into the rain to assess the damage. My car: spotless. Not even a scratch. This other car: very shallow, nickel-sized dent in body, directly above drivers-side tail light. We decide that I can’t, in good conscience, drive away without leaving a note, even though there looks to be nothing but a dent in the body. I pen a short note, leaving my name, explanation, and phone number, put it in a ziploc bag because rain ugh, and wedge it underneath the windshield wiper of this other car.
We drive a few more blocks, find a lovely parking spot that requires absolutely no skill to obtain, and snatch it. We then decide that I should call my mom, just to let her know, but I am really nervous because I don’t want to give my mom more bad news at a time like this. Joelle prays for me to have the courage and strength to call my mom and I do so. Mom is super chill about it, much to my relief and says I did the right thing by leaving a note. We walk the few blocks to the eating establishment, put our names down, and proceed to wait in the blustery Oregon air for way too long until we are finally seated.
The waiter comes over a few minutes later, sits down at our table and takes our order. Real fun guy, he is. We eat some delicious food (there were oatmeal chai blueberry and lemon marionberry pancakes involved), have some delightful conversation, then pay our bill and leave promptly so that others waiting in the cold can be seated, a favor that was not shown to us by others. We get back to my car and begin our voyage back to my house, via the Hawthorne Bridge. We make it across to downtown, however I make a wrong turn and we end up heading back to the Eastside. Oops. After a third time across Hawthorne, we finally make it to I5 and continue to my house.
As we approach my house, we realize that there are things we meant to talk about that we never got around to, so we decide to hit up the mall for some window-shopping and more quality time. After lusting over Nike Frees in Dick’s Sporting Goods, we venture off to find a couch to sit on. We end up in Pottery Barn sitting on a 3,400 dollar couch (my idea), but Joelle is a better person than I and feels bad about potentially impacting their business, so we leave. Along the way to Nordstrom, we see that B&BW is having their semi-annual sale. Can’t pass that up. After perusing for a while, we each end up with five mini hand sanitizers, some of which smell like sexy men, others stress relieving aromatherapy. Joelle purchases first, but by the time I get to the counter, the network is down so none of the machines can run any cards. Problem is, I don’t have cash on me. Darn my lack of foresight. After waiting several minutes for them to fix the problem, Joelle offers me a 5 dollar bill (she won’t even let me pay her back she is seriously the best human on the face of the planet).
After the mildly chaotic B&BW experience, we end up on a couch in a quaint little waiting nook underneath the escalators in Nordstrom, where I share all the family gunk that has come to light over the past few days, including really delightful backstories that make it all seem like deja vu. Joelle listens intently and is very supportive in allowing me to share. We check the time, decide its time to get home. Along the way, I walk into the Lego store to catch a look at Colin, a human Joelle told me about earlier. She isn’t enthused (oops) so I don’t actually go talk to him. When we get back to my house, we hug and say our “see you soon hopefully, have a great semester, ugh bye”s then I go inside and she leaves. Joelle is seriously such a blessing and joy in my life, I am thankful to call her my friend and sister.
As I am sitting on the couch talking to my mom about the day, my phone rings with a number it doesn’t recognize. My mom answers it, but passes it off to me. I think it the person whose car I bumped. It is. He is very nice and asks clarification as to where the dent is. I apologize profusely and explain to him exactly where it is, when he chuckles slightly and says that it is nothing to worry about. I apologize again, and ask him if he is sure that there is nothing I can do, and he responds by saying that it is just a car and we were all young once, that it is a tiny dent and it doesn’t matter. I thank him profusely for his generosity and kind-heartedness and we each hang up. A few minutes later the same number calls and he asks to speak with my mother, just so that he can share with her as well. He tells her the same thing. I can hear because the volume was really high and I have volume-sensitive ears. I mouth to mom that I would really like an address that I can send a card, as he was so kind about this whole thing, and not all people would handle it with such grace. She gets his address so that I can send him a “THANK YOU, YOU ARE THE BEST, THE WORLD NEEDS MORE FORGIVING PEOPLE LIKE YOU” card.
I then get out my computer, intending to watch Veronica Mars, but ending up on tumblr instead. I see a few new things in my ask box, so I fix a link to give credit to the right person (thanks again) and snuggle up to write this.
There is my day in great detail.
Thanks Joelle for the ask ;)