The event started at 4:30 with a special VIP thing for certain people... somehow I got on that list (look at me, I'm popular omg). Mom had VIP tickets, too, and was bringing Dave, so I invited Alli because she didn't have class and, like me, she's a free stuff whore. Mom and Dave would be coming from Harrisburg, Alli would be leaving from our apartment and I would be leaving straight from work. Everyone had their respective directions and all systems were go.
Now, let me paint a picture of the setting when it came time to leave for the event (none of us were able to make the VIP thing, so we were going to the main part that started at 6:00): cold, dark and raining semi-heavily... and nobody had ever been to this place before. Needless to say we all got lost. Google Maps directed me to turn down a nonexistent street, Yahoo! Maps neglected to mention that Chester Road is also Route 352... blah blah blah. Lots of problems. I somehow managed to find my way there (after stopping into a WaWa and a pizza place that smelled AMAZING), only to learn that traffic was backed up, the parking lot was full and more people just kept coming. By stroke of sheer luck I scored a parking spot out in the middle of Bumfuckville.
So I stroll up to the tented entranceway, push and shove my way through a ton of mingling, umbrella-wielding strangers to the registration desk. I turn in my ticket, pick up a pamphlet and am about to go through the doors when my phone starts buzzing. It's Alli and she's lost somewhere in Philadelphia going who knows where. I try to figure out where exactly she is, but ultimately tell her to just turn around and head back to West Chester to the restaurant Craw Daddy's (which is near our place). A few minutes before her call I was on the phone with Mom and Dave had mentioned it was really good and maybe we should think about going there instead of making our heads explode trying to get to the Drexelbrook place. Alli turns around and I hang up with her to call Mom back with the new plan. They're cool with Craw Daddy's. Yay!
Somehow I end up pulling in behind Dave's car at a red light and I lead them down Route 3 towards West Chester. They can't believe how long my commute is... yeah, welcome to my world.
During the trip I call Alli to see how she's doing. She's in Chester, somewhere near Widener University (map). Wa-huh? Chester? How the fuck did you get down there? I don't know! What do you see around you? 95. Okay, get on 95... uhhh... North. North? North. Okay, now what? Tell me the first exit you come to. Media/Swarthmore, 476. Umm..... okay, get off there. Now what? What exit do you see? Umm... coming up on Route 1. Get off on Route 1! Which way? South. Are you sure? Yes, South, it'll intersect with Route 3 and further down, 202. Okay. Are you there yet? No, it's a mile down. Okay... this night blows. I hate Philly. Me too. Okay, here's the exit... and traffic is backed up... I want South? Yes, South. Okay. Just keep going until you see signs for Route 3 West, and if you don't see that then keep going until you see 202 North... I'm going to go because we're at Craw Daddy's now... I'll call in a bit to see how you're doing. Okay.
(Now looking at that map, I am extremely proud of myself for guessing right with the above directions because I had absolutely NO IDEA where Chester/Widener University was in relation to West Chester... well, besides West Chester being west of Chester.)
Immediately upon being seated I order a bottle of wine for all of us. God damn but I needed a drink. Alli eventually navigated her way to Craw Daddy's and we ate way too much food and bitched about Drexel Hill and the stupid Drexelbrook Corporate Events Center being in the middle of a residental area. Lauren, if you're still reading, the four of us need to go to Craw Daddy's... the food is ORGASMICALLY DELICIOUS (especially the pierogies). Seriously.
Anyway, we all came back to the apartment and flopped down on the couch to watch last week's "Grey's" because having eaten enough to rival the champion of Philly's Wing Bowl, that's all we could physically do. Mom and Dave spent the night and left early this morning.
So the night from Hell ended up being pretty fun. Though I'm never going to Drexel Hill again.
For those of you who made it through this novel, give yourself a pinch on the ass and go eat a cookie 'cause you ROCK. =D
I feel:
*yawn* 
