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So hanging out at Robert's house is all well and good. Until...
10:30 pm: Start getting sleepy.
11:00 pm: Start leaving to catch the last bus.
11:03 pm: Actually leave to catch the last bus.
11:05 pm: Bus sails past half a block away.
11:08 pm: Call Trimet and find that the next bus isn't coming for an hour. Go back to Robert's house.
11:10 pm: Start falling asleep on the bed while Robert does internet stuff.
12:12 am: "What time is it?" "Aww, fuck."
12:13 am: "Hi Mom. Just missed the last 19. Last 14 comes at 1 o'clock, I'll catch that one." Zzzz...
12:45 am: We were smart enough to set an alarm this time.
12:50 am: Leave Robert's house. Cold, exhausted, still half asleep, just trying to get to the bus as fast as possible.
12:51 am: "SHIT!" ::BRAAAAAAAKES:: "Oh, MAN! I'm sorry! Are you ok?" "Yes, I'- OWIE".*
12:51-1:09 am: Sobbing with exhaustion, cold, frustration, pain, adrenaline and pms.
12:55 am: Get to bus stop.
1:01 am: Catch last #14 with the best bus driver ever. She gives me a hug and talks to me, asks me what's wrong, makes sure I'm ok.
1:09 am: Some other cool late-night folks get on the bus, and there's a magic little moment where everything's ok.
1:20 am: Get off the bus and head to the #12 stop.
1:29 am: The #12 comes, and informs me that it's not going out Barbur, it's turning around and going back out Sandy.
1:31 am: Call my mommy. This night is over.
*(It was another bicycle, not a car, and we didn't actually collide, but it was WAY too close for comfort. I now have two giant, very sore goose-eggs, one on my left inner thigh from the bike frame and one on the outside of my right thigh just above the knee, from the pavement, and I can barely walk. As for the bike, the brake that wasn't bent out of shape from the car is now bent out of shape.)
10:30 pm: Start getting sleepy.
11:00 pm: Start leaving to catch the last bus.
11:03 pm: Actually leave to catch the last bus.
11:05 pm: Bus sails past half a block away.
11:08 pm: Call Trimet and find that the next bus isn't coming for an hour. Go back to Robert's house.
11:10 pm: Start falling asleep on the bed while Robert does internet stuff.
12:12 am: "What time is it?" "Aww, fuck."
12:13 am: "Hi Mom. Just missed the last 19. Last 14 comes at 1 o'clock, I'll catch that one." Zzzz...
12:45 am: We were smart enough to set an alarm this time.
12:50 am: Leave Robert's house. Cold, exhausted, still half asleep, just trying to get to the bus as fast as possible.
12:51 am: "SHIT!" ::BRAAAAAAAKES:: "Oh, MAN! I'm sorry! Are you ok?" "Yes, I'- OWIE".*
12:51-1:09 am: Sobbing with exhaustion, cold, frustration, pain, adrenaline and pms.
12:55 am: Get to bus stop.
1:01 am: Catch last #14 with the best bus driver ever. She gives me a hug and talks to me, asks me what's wrong, makes sure I'm ok.
1:09 am: Some other cool late-night folks get on the bus, and there's a magic little moment where everything's ok.
1:20 am: Get off the bus and head to the #12 stop.
1:29 am: The #12 comes, and informs me that it's not going out Barbur, it's turning around and going back out Sandy.
1:31 am: Call my mommy. This night is over.
*(It was another bicycle, not a car, and we didn't actually collide, but it was WAY too close for comfort. I now have two giant, very sore goose-eggs, one on my left inner thigh from the bike frame and one on the outside of my right thigh just above the knee, from the pavement, and I can barely walk. As for the bike, the brake that wasn't bent out of shape from the car is now bent out of shape.)