A Strange Place for a Musical

The last five days or so...for me at least...have been a bit of an on-the-road marathon. Now don't get me wrong, I love to drive...it's almost crazy, but I'd probably be happier living in a car than in my room. This theory has already been thoroughly put to the test...especially in these last few days.

It started on Thursday.

A friend and I went to go pick up another friend at the train station 110 miles away. (Mind you...there was a train station 40 miles away...however, our friend would have had to make an 11 hour stop for what we can only assume to be NO FUCKING REASON so close to where we live...it was, quite frankly...a mind fuck)

Anywho...My friend drives on the way and I drive the distance back.

Friday:
I just got my car fixed, however, it has been sitting for so long that it needs two doses of fuel injector fluid run through it before it stops stalling out due to low RPM's. On Friday, I had only had the first dose in it and needed to run out the rest of the tank so that I could administer the last of the fuel injector fluid.

So I decided to drive around aimlessly with my little brother to kill time and gas. After a few hours I still hadn't gone through the half a tank that was in there so we decided to head back home after driving along the beach for a bit. I was getting a killer headache as it was anyway. I was going to head over to an arcade with some friends, but arcade+headache=phail.

Saturday:
I made a second attempt at driving out my gas...I got a good chunk out of it (not enough of a chunk, but a chunk nonetheless) and actually found a couple parks around the area that I'd never seen before. I'm not saying that the day was wasted...but it was hot, sticky, and basically stressful due to phone calls that I will get to in a moment.

Sunday:
It was time for my friend to head back to the far away train station. No one wanted him to go, honestly, I don't even think he wanted to go. But we drove over there anyway...and he bought his ticket...and then we waited.

And then the train was delayed 6 minutes.
12 minutes.
18 minutes.
22 minutes.
26 minutes.
45-60 minutes.

Let me explain, the train station we were at...was the first stop the train had to make after leaving it's starting point station. The station it was supposed to be coming from was 4 miles away...I could have, literally, driven to it in 5 minutes.

So the question appeared: How the hell could this train be late!?

Still, we were waiting...and seeing as how boredom is the root of all strange ideas that make most normal people scream out "WHAT THE FUCK!?"...the three of us started talking about writing a musical. Not just any musical...one about people waiting for a train.

It get's scarier...
We started coming up with lyrics...and characters...and a name for the musical.

Scarier still...
This musical WILL be written.

After waiting at the train station for two hours...yes, that's right...two hours; we decided that our only feasible option was to drive 110 miles back home and go back to the train station the next day when it wouldn't be Easter Sunday and there would be more trains running. That night, I was informed that we would have to leave at 9am to get the car we were using back in time for my friend's mother...which wasn't a problem for me because I had to be up at 6:30 to drive my brother to school.

Monday:
I called my friend at 7am like she asked after I had taken my brother to his brain enhancement facility. She was dog tired..."groggy" doesn't even scratch the surface. However; we did manage to leave on time...unlike any other attempt...signs were good.

We drove to the train station, taking part in a silly sing along during the car ride because the radio seemed intent on us doing so, and my other friend got his ticket...still no bumps.

As we waited for the train (having a 20 minute conversation about the triforce...epic phail) we all knew that the plan would go off without a hitch...but no one really wanted that.

My friend left, I made the drive back again...and got back so tired I felt like just dropping dead asleep at the front door.

Tuesday:
Phone calls, drama...driving...tornadoes...more phone calls and a lot of text messages.

Now...the story you've heard so far is the part of the story that I like. A hectic but happy memory. However; there is a darker, more annoying, part of this story running alongside the whole thing. Obviously, you can see that there was a lot going on...lots of driving, and a soreness that lingers in my legs and very little to eat most of the time because everyone was running around like an energizer bunny. Quite fitting for Easter I suppose.

The whole time I'm being pestered and prodded and annoyed by text messages and phone calls all having to do with the kind of stupid drama that one would only expect to find on some ridiculous teen show like Dawson's Creek. BLEH!

The people making these calls and messages had the situation explained to them thoroughly...I was busy, and that I wouldn't be able to deal with the drama until later...preferably MUCH later.

Do they listen?

Fucking...never.