Wasn't quite how I planned on spending my day...
Well now, I know my luck is such that something like this would happen to me, but still...
So we were going to see grandparents two-and-a-half hours away in the mountains, a trip primarily instigated by the fact that they have a working Royal typewriter from the 1940s which they were going to give us, and if we didn't get it this week we wouldn't have it before my show. So we set out, driving along rural highways and eventually hit a section of the drive which is like a middle of nowhere. Then, out of the blue, a woman runs into the middle of the road and collapses, causing Mom to slam on the brakes and avoid hitting her by mere inches.
Now, although Mom is the adult and grew up the daughter of a cop, I am the one who watches all the cop shows and R-rated movies, so I was elected to get out of the car and see if the woman was all right. I climb out and carefully take a look. Well, i'm pretty sure she's not bleeding, since she's wearing white and blood would kinda, you know, show. that, of course is the moment when it hits me...a woman...in white...in the middle of nowhere...
Obviously this is getting a little strange, even for my tastes, when the woman sits up and with a look of panic no words can describe, throws a piece of paper at me and tears off in the direction she was originally headed. I smooth out the paper and read "Turn Around".
Well, what else am I supposed to do? I turn around. what do I see? Absolutely nothing except trees. Great. Trees. So I turn to get back in the car...and there's more trees. so I do what any self-respecting damsel in distress would do in this situation and scream bloody murder at the top of my lungs.
My skills as an actress pay off, for once, and after convincing the nice but slightly befuddled knight who showed up that blue jeans are perfectly acceptable garb for a female, he offers to give me a ride to his brother's place to get directions. I figure I've got better chances with that than staying where I am, so I let he haul me onto the back of his horse and off we ride. On the way he warns me about how to deal with his brother, and I indroduce him to the wonders of an iPod loaded with Suzanne Vega and Joshua Radin.
After giving his a goodbye kiss and assuring him he can keep the iPod, I head into the hut he dropped me off in front of to see if aforementioned brother is sober enough to give me directions to the nearest anything remotely habitated. He's not, but his buddy (who looked a heck of a lot like one of the guys on a family sitcom I used to watch when I was little) points out the way to the local pub. Off I head, eventually hitching another ride, this time from a guy in a black 1962 Bentley.
So finally I make it to the pub. I'm just about to walk in when in get plowed over by two guys and a gal hightailing it out as fast as they can. I consider following them, but the guns, brown trech coats, and decending space shuttle they're running toward seem a bit of a deterrent. I decide to risk entering the pub.
I end up settling in the corner next to the safest people I can find, a middle-aged fellow with track marks in his arm who wouldn't stop running his hands through his hair and a girl whose layers of clothing could have made a "History of Fashion" exibit all by themselves. The gent ordered drinks and handed me something that looked like rather like this. Normally I'm not a drinker, but after a day like this, I needed it.
Did I mention the rabbit that followed me the whole time? I wouldn't have noticed, except that I thought his waistcoat was the perfect cut for him.
So we were going to see grandparents two-and-a-half hours away in the mountains, a trip primarily instigated by the fact that they have a working Royal typewriter from the 1940s which they were going to give us, and if we didn't get it this week we wouldn't have it before my show. So we set out, driving along rural highways and eventually hit a section of the drive which is like a middle of nowhere. Then, out of the blue, a woman runs into the middle of the road and collapses, causing Mom to slam on the brakes and avoid hitting her by mere inches.
Now, although Mom is the adult and grew up the daughter of a cop, I am the one who watches all the cop shows and R-rated movies, so I was elected to get out of the car and see if the woman was all right. I climb out and carefully take a look. Well, i'm pretty sure she's not bleeding, since she's wearing white and blood would kinda, you know, show. that, of course is the moment when it hits me...a woman...in white...in the middle of nowhere...
Obviously this is getting a little strange, even for my tastes, when the woman sits up and with a look of panic no words can describe, throws a piece of paper at me and tears off in the direction she was originally headed. I smooth out the paper and read "Turn Around".
Well, what else am I supposed to do? I turn around. what do I see? Absolutely nothing except trees. Great. Trees. So I turn to get back in the car...and there's more trees. so I do what any self-respecting damsel in distress would do in this situation and scream bloody murder at the top of my lungs.
My skills as an actress pay off, for once, and after convincing the nice but slightly befuddled knight who showed up that blue jeans are perfectly acceptable garb for a female, he offers to give me a ride to his brother's place to get directions. I figure I've got better chances with that than staying where I am, so I let he haul me onto the back of his horse and off we ride. On the way he warns me about how to deal with his brother, and I indroduce him to the wonders of an iPod loaded with Suzanne Vega and Joshua Radin.
After giving his a goodbye kiss and assuring him he can keep the iPod, I head into the hut he dropped me off in front of to see if aforementioned brother is sober enough to give me directions to the nearest anything remotely habitated. He's not, but his buddy (who looked a heck of a lot like one of the guys on a family sitcom I used to watch when I was little) points out the way to the local pub. Off I head, eventually hitching another ride, this time from a guy in a black 1962 Bentley.
So finally I make it to the pub. I'm just about to walk in when in get plowed over by two guys and a gal hightailing it out as fast as they can. I consider following them, but the guns, brown trech coats, and decending space shuttle they're running toward seem a bit of a deterrent. I decide to risk entering the pub.
I end up settling in the corner next to the safest people I can find, a middle-aged fellow with track marks in his arm who wouldn't stop running his hands through his hair and a girl whose layers of clothing could have made a "History of Fashion" exibit all by themselves. The gent ordered drinks and handed me something that looked like rather like this. Normally I'm not a drinker, but after a day like this, I needed it.
Did I mention the rabbit that followed me the whole time? I wouldn't have noticed, except that I thought his waistcoat was the perfect cut for him.