Shanghaied Snow Day

You know that magical moment when you were little, when you hoped and prayed and dreamed for a Snow Day, when you wore lucky snow pajamas to bed, or put a wooden spoon under your pillow (my mom swears it works), and then you woke up to a magical winter wonderland and the two most delightful words in a fourth grader's lexicon: SNOW DAY? Well, guess what: if you pick the right career you can keep that magic alive! Yes, become an actor and you never have to grow up. Here's yet another reason why. When the Worcester Mass schoolboard cancels school, the kiddies just can't make it out to the nation's premier educational children's theatre. Darn. So as I was brushing my teeth and I heard a gentle knock at my door at 7 am, it was SM, who was prancing down the halls with a beatific smile on his face, and then he sang out "SNOW DAY!" Immediately, Frog and LightingGirl and SM and I started dancing around yelling SNOW DAY SNOW DAY

Three hours later, Brom and Other actress driving/naving the van hit the road with Soundboy in the front, me and Frog in the middle, and LightingGirl in the back. We were passing a delightful time of it, Frog was reading my tarot cards and I was reading bad Christmas-themed romance novels (A Wallflower Christmas? Snowy Night With a Stranger? You're not familiar? No?), and had just taken our first stop at a Sunoco/Dunkin Donuts (those egg white flatbreads are surprisingly delicious!) when we recieved an emergency call - the truck had gotten pulled over and it didn't have paperwork. We sped to the rescue of SM and Ichabod, but it turned out we didn't even give them the right paperwork, because this tour is concrete proof that Murphy's Law is incontrovertible fact, and those poor guys were stuck there for an hour. Rough.

Ah, rough was only just beginning. We were driving through New York, and Brom and Other Actress really wanted to stop so Brom could get a new key and SoundBoy could get money from someone and Other Actress could talk to her friend about getting an apartment. LightingGirl, Frog and I were off towards a street with restaurants.

We flirted with the idea of going to Sissy McGinty's to drown our sorrows in a pint,but decided to go for Thai instead. As it was like 3:40, we were the only people in there, and had a truly phenomenal feast. So much peanut sauce...the three of us had a really nice time together. It was so fun, and relaxing.

Mega-unfortunately, the route Garmin took us out of the city drove us through...the middle of Times Square. In rush hour. In a fifteen passenger white van.

I thought we were going to die many, many times. Eventually I just smushed a pillow next to Frog, totally hogged the seat and lay down, closed my eyes, as I felt it was better not to know. I would actually prefer not to face my own mortality until absolutely necessary. I listened to the faint hums of Frog's Christmas playlist, and went to different Happy Places in my head. Like Pemberly in the BBC Pride and Prejudice. And Epcot Paris. And the Wonderland of Ice. Basically, anywhere that wasn't that motherfucking van.

I spent the rest of the drive falling in and out of sleep. I need to stop reading bad Regency romances before I go to sleep, because I keep having weird dreams in which all I see is brocade.
Anyway, we got in to the Towson Maryland Comfort Inn at just about 10.

God dammit. I need to stop drinking 2 liter bottles of orange soda in bed. I always wake up orange and sticky.