Fugitive Firefly

Running away with the last bit of hope

An adventure and a half

I know, I know. I've been slacking on the whole blogging thing lately. But I do have a perfectly good reason! It's called Spring Break.Though I'm wordy enough to write an in-depth entry for the major events of the week, I'll spare the meticulous details and give you the skinny.

Huzzah! This was my tenth consecutive year attending this particular renaissance festival. It's hard to think about how much the faire has changed since then, and though most of the changes have been for the worse I do have good news. For the first time in years I did not get into trouble! That's a great accomplishment on my part.
(Yes there was a dude dressed as a banana. Yes he lost a bet. No, I had nothing to do with it).

But I didn't have my passport! I decided it would be fun to drive down to Miami for a day to visit one of my friends. What she failed to tell me was that I had to take an exit just to stay on the turnpike. Do you know what happens when you miss Exit 4x? The turnpike turns into I-95 and will take further into Miami than you probably want to go. Very few people speak decent English, my Spanish is horrible, and the GPS was telling me to continue on 95. Needless to say that being lost, though only temporarily, was not fun.
(The banana trend is unintentional. I promise).

Road Rage. South Florida has the worst drivers in the nation. Somehow I forget that little fact until I'm driving there. There was one occasion where I'm on a ramp and the guy in front of me is only going 20 mph. I wait for the line of cars to pass me before I switched lanes and tried to pass him. Unfortunately the truck in front of me decides to slow so that I can't pass the other car. And we have to merge soon. I was forced to hit the brakes and get back behind the first slow-poke. But the other night was worse. I'm bebopping along at 50 mph (only 5 above the speed limit, thank you very much) when someone decides to pull out into the middle lane and in front of me. Since there was a car to my left, I tried to swerve right and get around them, but before I could the car behind me had done just that. The car that cut me off still hadn't got up to speed and then it was aligned with the truck and the car that passed me. There was nothing left to do but to slam the brakes. Thankfully no one was behind me otherwise I would have been rear ended into a 3-5 car accident. And P.S. There are always a handful of people who run a light in Miami. Just another tip in case you decide to go there.

Well that's not forensic-y. When my high school puts on a play, you have to go. Not to brag or anything, but we do have one of the best theater programs in the county. (And best newspaper, and magnet program and...ok, now I'm bragging). It wasn't long before I spotted one of my teachers. More specifically my newspaper adviser for three years. If I ever get the bright idea to talk to her again, someone please stop me. She's great at knocking you down. "So what are you studying in school?" Psychology. "Oh really? What do you plan to do with that?" Well right now I'm thinking grad school for forensic psychology. "Oh wow. You wanna work with cops and crazy people?" [blah blah blah. Insert segway]. I did get to go to Ireland this summer. "Oh that's neat! What courses did you take?" Irish Literature & Film, and Irish History. "..What does that have to do with forensics?" Um...nothing. Just getting gen eds out of the way. "Be sure to take a couple education courses so that you'll have something to fall back on." Thanks. Thank you so much. [keep a hint of sarcasm in that last reply. I tried to sound grateful but soon made an excuse to leave].

That, my friends, was my Spring Break.