I went back to Jersey on Saturday morning for an engagement party that night. And although the party was a wonderful time, and I can’t wait for my cousin to be married, especially if the engagement party is any indication of what the wedding festivities will involve, telling details of the party is not the story I want to share. No, I want to share with you the story of what happened two days later.
On Monday morning, I was running late. I was supposed to wake up at seven o’clock to make it to the Atlantic City Bus Terminal to catch a nine o’clock bus to take me an additional two hours and forty minutes into New York City in order to make a two o’clock class.
All of this seems pretty doable in a perfect world where things just work out, nobody runs late, there is no traffic…
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