It's been awhile! I'm happy to say that even though I am now 30 years old, I can still enjoy the night like a twenty something. It all started a couple weeks ago, when I decided that, since my friends haven't been doing much hanging out lately, I would go to a meetup party for Halloween instead. It was held downtown at a place called Sneaky Pete's, which is basically a party bar, but I figured a good atmosphere for a Halloween party. A couple days later I was invited to another Halloween party hosted by one of my friends, but I had already paid my ticket for the other party. My friend kept messaging me asking if I was going, and finally I told her I would try to make it. Two parties in one night? In the words of Barney Stinson: Challenge accepted!
I actually got off work a little early so that I could get ready for the party in downtown. I planned on taking the bus, that way I didn't have to deal with parking or heavy traffic in downtown Minneapolis the weekend before Halloween. I knew I would miss the 6:30 bus, so I told myself I would take the 7:00. Nope, missed that one too. It was at least a ten minute walk to the bus station from my apartment, so I knew I had to leave a little early, so I told myself the 7:50 would be the one. I got to the station about 7:40 and waited in the cold for about ten minutes before the bus came. It was a looong bus ride! It wasn't an express so it was all side streets, the whole way there.
Finally we pulled up to Hennepin and I hopped out, glancing at the time on my cell phone. 8:30. Not bad, but a little late. The party had started at 7:00, but it's always good to be a little late anyways, especially if the host is late. I walked in and wandered down to the party. This was not a good "first meetup" if you didn't know anyone. When I first walked down there I didn't recognize one face. I almost walked out, actually. I was only planning on staying until 9:30 anyways, cause that's when the bus was leaving that would take me to my next party. After mingling a little more, I found some familiar faces, and was actually meeting some new faces, which wasn't easy with everyone in costume and the music playing at ten times the normal volume. After the costume contest, and a small dance party, I decided to move on, as most people were starting to do so as well.
The next party was near the mall, so I decided to just take the light rail and hopefully catch a bus from there. It was a very relaxing ride actually, just resting, for about twenty minutes, until a voice on the overhead told us to get off the bus, that it was no longer in service. This was right after the airport stops. Apparently even the light rail isn't exempt from construction. So we all piled off the light rail, and onto a couple of waiting buses, with drivers who were less than enthused to be driving the bar crowd home. I asked the driver if the bus went to the mall, and she responded, in the most monotone voice, "yes. this bus goes to the mall."
I got the crazy bus apparently, with people trying to bribe the driver to drop them off at their hotel, and talking about needing a bathroom. When we got to the mall I jumped off, noticed the time, and had another decision to make: take the bus and not get there for another half hour or take a taxi and get there in ten minutes. I decided that, even though it would cost a lot of extra moolah, to take the taxi. It was worth it, anything to get away from the crazies. Funny thing is, after I hopped in the taxi, they tried to hop in with me, to which the taxi driver told them to back off and get the next one.
I finally made it to the next party, which was a lot of fun. It was like an old fashioned kids party with prizes, games, and lots of snacks. I had looked up a schedule and if I wanted to get back to my place needed to catch a bus by 1:00. No problem, it was only 11:30. When I got there they were playing charades. How many times do you get to play charades with a group of adults anymore? Everyone is always trying to act so grown up, it was nice to act like a kid for the night.
When I looked at the clock next, my heart sank. It was 1:30. I went to the online bus schedule, but it only informed me that I had no bus options this late at night. I weighed out my options. Another taxi ride would be at least $20 to get home. A couple people at the party lived near me, they might be willing to give me a ride. Or I could just cut my losses and stake out a place on the couch/floor. My friend told me that if I wanted to stay I was more than welcome, and that she would be more than happy to give me a ride home in the morning. Someone else then told me that they could possibly give me a ride home. I ended up getting a ride back to my area, at about 2:30 am, which oddly is the time right now. Here I am writing this 24 hours later, crazy...
I do have to say I would not be able to do this every weekend, but it was nice to be so active in one night. It was my own little adventure. I was worried about even going, actually, because earlier that day I had a really bad case of vertigo. I was supposed to work at 9:30, but didn't get there until 10:30, and was dead tired all day because of the medicine I took for it. This was another reason I knew I wouldn't be driving around last night. When the vertigo hits like that I can't turn my head from side to side, so driving would have been very dangerous. I had to pump my music and blast the AC the whole drive home from work just so that I wouldn't fall asleep. I've never understood why they make vertigo medicine to make you drowsy. When you already feel like you are falling down, you don't need a reason to actually pass out.
Anyways, I should probably go pass out now, my concept of time goes out the window on the weekends, especially last night with missing my bus, but hopefully more adventures will come in the following weeks.
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