But mostly showing up on time.
Last night, I told my husband I would be home by 11pm after an evening performance of Les Miserable. After a series of random misadventures, I finally maze it home around 12:30, and this why today I hate the metro system.
I’m still not sure how it happened (I’ve lived here for two years) but after all this time, I still can’t find my way from the Kennedy center to Foggy Bottom. Now, anyone who knows DC will tell you that this is not a journey to undertake on less than a full night’s sleep and a full belly. Last night, I had neither.
And I was in heels.
Nevertheless, I didn’t feel like waiting the 12 hours required for a taxi after a sold out show, so I hoofed it.
After 45 minutes of wandering through GWU ‘s many picturesque statue gardens, I completed the normally 15 minute commute by collapsing on the nearest train bench and sobbing in relief.
Only to discover that I had jumped on the wrong line in the wrong direction and was halfway to Vienna before realizing the mistake.
So, like any normal human being, I pulled out the iPod and spent the next half hour stuck in the Court House stop, swing dancing with myself and anyone who happened to walk by. I admit, my attitude towards technology in general was not at it’s peak, however, I still managed to squeeze in a decent lindy before hitching my way back to the original starting point.
Shortly after midnight, my saint of a husband picked me up two stops early and carted my weary feet to bed.
I may never leave my pillows alone again.