Tonight I was scheduled to see Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, joining up with a group of people from Outworlders and taking advantage of free passes somebody had graciously gifted the group.
Well things did not go as planned, but things didn't go horribly either.
At 5 p.m. it was raining cats and dogs and the wind was fierce -- objects flying through the air, doors being sucked open, etc. I decided to call Ed, my ride to the movies, and ask him "What up?" Unfortunately his phone gave me a "This number not in service" message (degruy
, email me your #, maybe mine is wrong) and then an email to him bounced, so I decided to heck with it, I'd go to Chamblee station to meet up like we'd arranged.
So bundling up in my vinyl raincoat and big boots, I went over to Five Points and caught the Doraville train. The trains were actually not crowded (many people stayed home from work today) and as I headed up to Chamblee, the ride was remarkably smooth. I had my story MS with me so I edited it as we road along.
Then at Lenox, the train stopped and the conductor announced something about a train broken down in front of us and how everybody was going to be BUSED to the remaining three stations on the line. I decided that since I didn't really *need* to get there (unlike the other zillion people milling about the station wanting to get home) and couldn't figure out where these buses *were*, I got hold of Ed's wife Kris, who got hold of Ed and let him know I wasn't coming. Ed offered to come get me from Lenox but having seen the road conditions and traffic on surface streets and highways, I said not to bother.
So back I went on MARTA, this time going back south. Kept on editing my story, plus I gave directional help to a visiting guy from South Africa who had the *most beautiful* accent. At Peachtree Center, I helped a bunch of lost tourists find their way, then found my way out myself. It was super windy out, but not really rainy, so I didn't use my umbrella; sometimes the umbrella is more sail than useful protective device, and this was one of those occasions. I was going to just go home, but then I saw the diner sign and said "Aw, shucks..." Went and had a nice hearty dinner -- coffee and a mega reuben with fries. I didn't really have breakfast or lunch today (appetite was weird) so the food was good.
Now I'm home and the plan is to do the GTRI work I was supposed to do this morning *now*. Then if I do well at that, I'll face up to the gruesome scene in the kitchen.
P.S. Anybody emailing me: My Abraxis acct. seems to be down at the moment; probably the office is under water or without power or lines are cut or something. Bummer. If you need to reach me, use wendy @ metrogirl . com.