My name is Kathleen, and I’m a planner.
For some things, I’m happy to go with the flow. For others, I will plan extensively, mapping out how something will work out in excruciating detail. Emphasis on excruciating, because when it doesn’t go to plan? I am not a happy camper (and, according to my parents, the one summer I did go to camp, I was the unhappiest camper ever. And they have the hate-mail to prove it).
This weekend, I had plans. Not big plans, but plans nonetheless.
You see, this weekend was the Bawlmer Honfest, a celebration of cat-eye glasses, beehive hairdos, and leopard print. Basically Hairspray in all it’s glittery glory (and yes, the schedule did include the festival opening with a glorious rendition of “Good Morning, Baltimore”). What could be better?
So, I made plans. Plans with my best friend, B. Plans with my family. Plans for a fabulous, sunny day of family bonding.
And then my family happened.
“Let’s go tomorrow, so we can all go together!” my father says on Saturday.
“Let’s go after I finish this small home-improvement project!” says my father on Sunday.
“….maybe it’s not so small….”
“Why don’t you come and help me?”
(That sound you hear is the time-suck vortex of home-improvement projects with my perfectionist father)
So, we didn’t go. But B did! – three cheers for independent women who aren’t held back by continuing living with family after college! 🙂
Suffice to say, I wasn’t very happy about this turn of events. You see, I had PLANS. P.L.A.N.S. You’d think my family would understand my predilection for planning. Alas…
So, I took an epic shower. Worked out my frustrations*. And changed my plans.
We ended up having a rather pleasant evening, complete with an AWESOME thunderstorm, which my sister and I enjoyed out in the screened-in porch (until it started raining sideways).
The two of us made a delicious dinner (if I do say so myself!), and we all settled in to watch the Tony Awards. Which was (were? Awards?) amazing! How can your night not be awesome with NPH and Hugh Jackman???
And so, in the end, I suppose I got the family-bonding day/night that I had planned. Just not where I had planned.
*Note that by “worked out”, I don’t actually mean “exercised.” Who do you think I am?