Transit trauma

It finally happened. I missed a night of blogging. Gasp! In my defence, I was on an adventure in a suburb with no trains, and due to my lack of current technology (phone wise) I couldn't write it on the go. The really good news though, is that it was a really great adventure, and a few amusing things came of it. After losing a friend at town Hall station, who couldn't find the right street, we regrouped and made it to our destination via bus and walking, and let me tell you, never wear your jumper on a walk in an effort to free your hands. It's more likely to kill you from heat exhaustion than save you from looking like  dag. Once there we ate a lot of fruit, crackers and dip, and cookies, and then settled down to watch a musical, and ended the night with some good old Youtube pranks.
After these fun times, my friend and I had to catch a train, and then make our way from the train station to my car, in the dark, and then drive home. The train trip was fine, and I witnessed an extremely interesting old guy with a West Side Story style Mohawk coif, but rather wiry and thinning, He also snored.
 It was pretty late by the time we got off the train, and we only had one well lit block to walk to the car, but I had parked on the top story of a complex, and we didn't know how to get back up there. We rounded a corner, and as soon as we did, we saw a group of people milling around, and heard two loud bangs. We panicked and ran back around the corner as fast as we could, and hid in the garden for a minute just to be safe. After calming down a little, we ventured back out, crossed the road in a hurry, and decided to skip looking for a pedestrian entry and just climb the down ramps to the top floor. We got there, and can  just say, that I was stupid enough to wear my jumper again.
When I finally got home (and eventually found a park a billion miles from my house, as the parking bandit had struck again,) I was greeted by a giant slug, casually oozing its way across my floor, and I discovered that all my lovely gerberas in vases were not so alive any more.
This morning my alarm didn't go off, and I woke up 20 mins before I had to leave, but mum, I still managed to make my bed. You have done well. I bluffed my way through an audition class, and two different Hip Hop classes that had taken their day's focus as Robin Thicke. They were interesting, but really good. All in all, today has been no where near as exciting as yesterday, but I am heading back into the city tonight for a giant group dessert date at the Guylian café, and so I'm sure there will be more stories tomorrow.
                                                    Xx, Little Duck