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It’s 11 a.m. Waking up shivering slightly from the cold living room. Everybody naturally arises from slumber. The sun is shining awesomely outside and it happens to be strangely warmer outside than in the house.
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The girls that hosted us offer pancakes for breakfast. I accept one with a little Milk.
Sarah stays behind with her friends to continue her MACRoCk experience. Stephanie and I hit the road and start the four-hour drive home.
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Pit stop at Chic-fil-A...
Spicy Chicken Sandwich with Mayonnaise, Mustard, Lettuce and Tomato. Waffle Fries with Ketchup. Sweet Tea.
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It’s smooth sailing until we approach the bridge tunnel. It’s stand still traffic. We’re barely moving.
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We finally get through the congestion and arrive in Virginia Beach. I drop off Stephanie and the gear at her house. Then I immediately check in to China Wok for the dinner shift. It’s just a few hours. I drive by the jet wreckage off Birdneck Road. There are cop cars and fire trucks everywhere. The crash site at Mayfair Mews apartments looks like the set for a disaster scene in a movie. It’s quite unreal. I can’t imagine being near this when the jet crashed. They’re calling it the “Good Friday Miracle” because no one was killed and only a few walked away with minor injuries.
Goldfish and a Peanut Butter Sandwich. Honey Green Tea.
Relaxing at home and organizing. Cleaning up the kitchen that got out of control while I was gone.
I drop by Harpoon Larry’s to visit Margot while she’s working. I’ve missed her. She’s not too busy so we have time to chat a little bit. I mention the jet crash but she seems uninterested, as if she’s heard enough about it or something...
Her: “I don’t really care about it. It didn’t hit my house.”
Me: “But it could have it anyone’s house.”
I notice a strange nonchalance in her attitude that I don’t particularly like.
Me: “You’re acting nonchalant tonight.”
Minestrone Soup and Coconut Milk.
Sleep 2:44 a.m.
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