So fast forward to me, jumping in the car and heading to dinner, late (as usual). Reservations are at 7 p.m., it's 6:32. We live about 25 minutes from downtown KC, and I was halfway there when traffic on the highway STOPS. Complete. Standstill. Look at the clock - 6:45. Curse. Wish I would've gone the way my husband suggested, which is a longer route, but now, still, curse again. Try to focus on my audiobook. Think - I was having a great time with the kids - maybe I should've just stayed home. Curse curse curse.
Line of cars inch up, then start moving slowly. I see a sign that I-70 is closed at Blue Ridge up ahead, and it will be 23 minutes into downtown. Not good. Curse. Move a wee bit more, get to an exit and inch from the far left lane (of course) all the way to the exit so I can find an alternate route. 7 p.m. Curse. Listen to book, wish I would've stayed home and helped The Hubs put the kids to bed. Get on the alternate route, get to the point where we can see the accident. Car. Cut. In. Half. Not good. Alternate route? At a standstill. CURSE. Drive next to Gates Barbeque (best BBQ in KC) and think - maybe I should run in, pick some up, and just turn around. Pass Gates. 7:15. Call restaurant, tell them I'm not going to make it and please do not hold up seating the group to wait for me. Turn my car around and go home.
Walk in - The Hubs says - "you should've taken the route I told you about." Shoot death ray glare from my eyeballs at him. Help put the kids to bed. Go eat frozen pizza (AGAIN) and fall asleep on the couch to It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Aaaaahhhhh.....