One of my favorite books when I was little – and one of the only ones I’ve hung onto all these years – is a little gem called Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I hold a special place in my heart for this fictional little boy who always gets the short end of the stick and has a very bad attitude about it.
I had a day like this yesterday. Here’s how it went:
- Woke up at 10:30, groggy and out of it after 11 hours of sleep. Not being a morning person, I don’t hop out of bed cheerfully. The very first thing that happened: I noticed that my beloved pea plant has been infested by nasty little spider mites. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
- Unfortunately, I had a lunch date scheduled with my good friend Tom at 11:00. I grouchily threw on some clothes and ran downstairs to meet him.
- While Tom and I were having lunch, someone smashed into his brand new BWM and ripped half the bumper off. We were sitting in plain sight of the car, but somehow didn’t hear or see it.
- While we were trying to sort this out, street cleaning hours kicked in, and the meter maid came along and argued with us for a while about how we “had to move the car PDQ” even though we couldn’t, technically, drive it.
- After I left Tom, I walked home up Divisadero and stopped to buy some spider mite spray at the plant store. While I was paying for it, another accident happened right outside. What is up with my juju?
- Found out that Alex has to get a visa to travel to Europe. We’re leaving in 21 days. It takes 21 days, at least, to get a visa. Grr.
- Went to Tom’s yoga class at Aha. That was actually great.
- Was supposed to have a dinner party at our place. Laszlo cancelled last minute, and David fell off Alex’s bike and hurt his knee. Instead, I got a glass of wine with Bria and Tom on Union Street. Come to think of it, that was pretty great too.
- Met up with Alex, David and Pete at Elite Café. Ordered a salad. Everyone else’s dinner was better than mine. Ate off all their plates.
- Watched the second-to-last episode of Mad Men on Netflix. Already going into withdrawal panic.
I think I’ll move to Australia New Orleans.
