- Mrs. DG
- 9 years ago
- Wedding: July 2009
I began by giving you my thoughts on marriage: http://boards.weddingbee.com/topic/is-being-married-different-from-being-engaged
and then continued with the beginning of my trip to California: http://boards.weddingbee.com/topic/dg-recap-part-1-things-go-wrong
But this next part is hard to write, because I’m not exactly proud of it. As you know, I like to be in control, especially of my emotions… and in this particular moment, I definitely was not!
So last I left you, I was blissfully running back to my car with iPod charger in hand believing that I truly live a charmed life. Target employees smiled and waved, glad to help, and then locked the doors behind me. I got to the car, ripped open the pristine packaging, plugged the charger in… and… nothing happened. 🙁 So then, I resorted to something I never do, and read the instructions for operation… and… it was installed correctly. So then, not to be daunted, I pulled open my fuse box, thinking something must be wrong with the car– after all this charger was brand new. In the process, I broke the fuse box cover. Double 🙁
I ran back to Target and pounded on their door, but charity time was over, employees were headed home and nobody could help.
I was all alone in the dark Target parking lot in Roseburg, Oregon with a bunk charger (or a blown fuse) and a dead iPod, with approximately 7 hours left in my drive.
I did what any sane, rational woman would do. I cried…
Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Hell, I’m tearing up now just thinking about how stupidly desperate it all felt. I started driving and did the only thing I could think of. I called fiance for support, since he always manages to get me out of a funk.
In this case it didn’t work. He had been celebrating his return home with his family and was a little less… erhm… sharp than usual… And that’s when I totally lost it. I was desperate for solutions and support. He wanted me to stop driving and rest for the night. I was too stubborn for that. I had chalkboards to fix, after all! My sobs became uncontrollable.
I demanded that he google 24 hour stores between Roseburg and Tahoe. I was sobbing. He implored me to get a motel room. I kept driving.
This was a stupid decision. I know this. I am also lucky that I have lots of training in doing 36 hour shifts in the hospital, and have done this drive many, many time… and I’m not proud that I couldn’t just let go and let fate win this one.
We found a 24 hour Walmart in Redding. All hail Wallmart (again!). She saves my butt twice in one day! I only had to make it about 3 hours without music! My friend Jen called and tried to cheer me up. She succeeded in stopping the hysterical crying, so it was a step in the right direction, though I was far from ok.
3 hours later, fueled by the angry passion of 1,000 spurned lovers, I made it to that 24 hour Walmart. Fiance had called ahead and had the charger waiting for me at the counter. What a sweet gesture. I teared up some more.
I took it back to the car, and couldn’t get it to work. I’m sure it was just fatigue, but it took me about 20 minutes to get it set up (iPod charger + cell phone charger + I had busted my fuse box!) By this time my phone was dead too. I was so mad that I refused to listen to music the rest of the way. I’m way too stubborn for my own good.
AND, Catch the Wonderdog became Catch the Wanderdog and had taken off across the parking lot, befriending several homeless fellows… Grr…
Again, I should have just stopped in Redding and left the driving for the morning. It was 1 am and I was at least emotionally spent… If it wasn’t for the freaking chalkboards, I would have.
I got home at 5 am. I left a note for the housemates, “Please. Nobody wake me up, no matter what. I mean it!” I then fell into a completely dark, angry slumber for about 4 hours. I thought I would NEVER feel normal again. I was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE that the wedding was going to be ruined…
And you know what? It is really dark before the dawn… I know because I saw both the darkness and the dawn before I slept that day.