Monday

I am very behind with this blogging thing. Just for the record, I have moved into University, I have gotten lost about four times on campus, I helped move my room mate in, and enjoyed reconstituted freeze dried mashed potatoes... if enjoyed is the right word, survived laundry, experimented with vegetarianism, and gasped my way between my first week of classes.

But before I go there, I haven't finished the Chicago story. So early Monday morning Mr. Weirich drove me down to the train station and bought my ticket. I rode the train, fumbled around in Chicago (even after having found a map to help me get to where I was going) and stumbled into the Greyhound station. I wandered up to get my tickets checked over and my bags weighed and tagged only to discover that I was a few seconds late. The bus that I had seen wandering in was now no longer there and I was stuck in Chicago until the 4:30 PM bus. It was 8:15 in the morning.

So I had some waiting to do. Fortunately I had a book. Time rolled around, I bought lunch got a skype call from my dad, read my book some more, wandered around the bus station a bit, and then boarded the bus to Atlanta that stopped in Lafayette on its way down to the fair. The plan was that I would get on a city bus from there and make my way over to the fair where Andrew would meet me. Great plan.

Several things went wrong. Very wrong.

Firstly I was delayed a bit in Chicago. Bus left late (after getting there early and me waiting all day) And by the time I finally got into Lafayette, I pulled out a few brochers to make sure I was going in the right direction. I found the fair grounds on the map, found the right bus route, looked up when the next bus was leaving, and discovered that the last bus had left. An hour ago.

So I was stranded at the Lafayette bus station with a 50 pound bag, my laptop, my guitar, and a hoodie. I decided that my aunt would probably be the best person to call in the situation. She said call people. Any one. Everyone. I called the Doerrs, because I was supposed to spend the night at their house. Nobody home. I called the Harwoods. Another answering machine. I called half the people in my phone without getting a response. When I finally called our pastor's house, I got someone. Mrs. Long was there, came, picked me up, and dropped me off at the fair.

After that was smooth sailing. I found Andrew, put the stuff up, got a lemon shake up and an elephant ear, and then went to the Doerrs and spent the night. The next morning we played guitar and video games all day. Lots of fun. That evening, we went to the fair again, my aunt picked me up and I made it back to Martinsville, but that is old business now. I am drastically behind. So I'm gonna start my next post tonight.