I just got back from H-town with my mom.
I had to get back for track practice at 3:30 in the afternoon. That's why we stayed last night, so we wouldn't be so rushed.
We were going to go to a store where my mom needed to get more props and the such for her dance school, but... apparently that store totally changed (it burned down, so they moved across the street and changed what they order and sell), so there was only a little bit of stuff we would actually get. We got 220 fans... yeah. The guy working there was trying to sell everything off to us... So we got a lot of things to bring back.
By the time we were done, we REALLY needed to rush back. But guess where were just HAD to go before we left?
I bet Elizabeth can guess: the every-trip horror of H-town-- Hello food mart. I won't even go into that.
After that, my mom was about to go order food for our lunch, but I was like, "NO way. We're already late!"
So we drive for a couple of hours, and we get to a town. After getting gas, going to the bathroom in the gas station, and getting ice cream just so we wouldn't be going in ONLY for the bathroom, we stopped at Subway. IT TOOK THE LADY FIFTEEN MINUTES TO MAKE ONE SANDWICH.
So I was late to track.
By thirty minutes.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr...
Then someone threw up noodles.
Gross.
