A pizza delivered to my house and a sale made on Craigslist.
Do I know how to party or what?!?!!
Holla!
This weekend I spent 16 hours in training classes in order to get some group exercise certifications. Sunday morning I had to wake up at 4 AM in order to make the 2.5 hour drive to Columbus for a full day of training. Back to back grueling training days have left me exhausted in addition to the other 5 days I worked out this week. Intense doesn't even being to explain it, but I totally love what I am going to be doing and it is worth every ounce of effort and sweat that was poured out.
So when I got home Sunday night, Jason left to go out to eat with his long time buddy who was in town visiting (prior band mates in high school) and of course I was too tired to make anything for dinner. I did what any sensible half-awake zombie person would do and ordered an extra large New York style cheese pizza for dinner. So much for the brutal work outs this weekend.
I plopped down (literally) with my pizza and my 2nd glass of wine and checked my email. To my surprise I had a request for an item I posted on Craigslist. A few emails back and forth later, we made arrangements for them to stop by the house in the next 15 minutes to pick up their purchase.
"Sweet!" I thought to myself - "I'm making $5! That will pay for a fourth of the pizza I just bought."
I look over a few more emails, check my facebook page, drink some more wine and double check the last email I sent to Mr. Craigslist Purchaser.
As I blink through my bloodshot, dried-out eyeballs, I noticed that I mistyped my address.
Seriously?
Luckily the dude left me his home phone number, so I quickly give it a ring, hoping he hadn't left his house yet. No such luck. I gave it a second try with no answer once again.
I took the item outside and placed it at the end of my driveway and went back in side to check out Mapquest and look up the incorrect address I entered to see if I could intercept him on his way. Well, Mapquest is retarded or maybe it's just me. (Don't respond to that.) It showed a house on the map right down the street from me. I grab my slice of pizza and cell phone and start trotting down the street barefoot.
Hillbilly central.
I got down the street to where Tardquest said the house was, but no such place existed. So I merrily scampered back home and waited for the next vehicle to pass by.
As I am standing there next to the item, still eating my slice of pizza, a car drives by. I wave to them, point to the item, and shrug my shoulders. I sort of looked like a ravenous, crazed, black market street dealer ready to make a sale. The people just looked at me like I belonged in a mental institute and kept driving.
A 2nd vehicle drove past and this one was going slower than usual, so I knew it was very probable that it was my buyer. I did my wave and shrug and the guy looks at me at first with a puzzled look and then stops and rolls his window down.
He mentions the incorrect address and I explain to him what a freak I am and that I've been up since 4 am and need to learn how to type correctly.
We both got a good laugh out of it. And that, my friends, is how I celebrated my demanding, yet rewarding weekend.
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