On time. REALLY on time.

Early, even. By 24 hours. I got all ready to go to Christina's fiancée, Tom's sledding birthday party. Went and grabbed coffee and ran into a student and his family, and then stopped by REI's clearance next door.

Then I made my way back to Kincaid Park, driving aaaaaaall the way uuuuuup the hill while looking for a sledding party. Finally made it up to the chalet and jumped out of the car. Lots of little kids sledding, but no group of rowdy twenty-somethings. Hmm. Well, I was a bit late (damn that sale--forty-five minutes), but I just didn't know what to think.

I drove back to where I had cell reception and called Christina's cell phone: "Hi, it's Jessica, I'm here at Kincaid but I don't see you all... Maybe you've decamped to another place or I'm just in the wrong spot. Anyway, if you get this, give me a call!"

I continued on my way out of the park, and as I hit the main road, my phone rang. Christina, but at home.

"Hi!"

"Hi."

"You're calling from home!"

"Um, yeah."

"It's the wrong day, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah."

"It's tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah."

"Oh, well, at least I know where I'll be going tomorrow! I'm going to go drive off a cliff in shame."

"No worries. We'll keep it our secret."

Riiiiiiiiight.