Saturday, June 13, 2009
Who's An Idiot? That'd Be Me
Ever felt like someone is trying to tell you something? I left to go see Metric play tonight and got onto the 94. Usually that's a straight shot of 3-4 lanes of freeway right to downtown Minneapolis. Well not so much tonight. The entire freeway was closed! Detour up 280, which is also completely torn up. One lane each way and traffic directed up the off ramp at one point where they have a bridge removed and are rebuilding it. But the detour didn't end there. Up 35W they send you, not just North of where I wanted to go be completely in the opposite direction! So I decided to get off on 36 and find the first exit. I did just that and of course the first time you can turn around they have a no u-turn sign. I did it anyway and got back headed toward town. Got onto 7th and low and behold, more construction. Three lanes? Nope. Just one. Once I got past that, the car in the lane I needed to be in was literally driving 5 miles and hour. After two blocks of driving more slowly than I could have walked it, I got into the parking ramp. It's a narrow, awkward ramp with tight turns and small spots. After getting around the first, there was an open spot. But I would have had to back up and maneuver around to get into it. So I decided to find the next one. But there wasn't another one for what seemed like 10 levels. I got so high I figured it might be easier to head back down the other side and park there. Little did I know I was heading down a one-way up ramp, lol. Luckily no one was coming. Finally got a spot and headed down to street level. When you get to the main floor you can go two different ways and I rarely remember the right way to go. Did I this time? Of course not! So I got to walk an extra two blocks.
Honestly, none of this got me particularly upset. I was still on time and I've learned (for the most part) to let all these little things roll off my back. I just found it interesting that so many things were happening to make me feel like I wasn't supposed to see this show. As I got the front door of the club I could hear a roar from the crowd, indicating the band was just going on. Score! I reached into my pocket for my ID. Uh oh. That doesn't feel like my ID. Not my drivers license anyway. No, I had grabbed my credit card and my GYM ID! Ugh. No ID. I couldn't believe it. I've never done that before. So it was a Metric-less night for me :( Now, I never would have known why I was getting the feeling I wasn't going to see this show, but I did find it interesting looking back that these things happened. I do really believe that if we could tune in to our intuition more effectively, we'd see that sometimes we are being told something, if only we'd just listen. In this case I was being told I was an idiot for not paying closer attention to what cards I was grabbing! Oops.
