charlottelabouff:

vua2:

I’ll never understand people who don’t drink alcohol

Maybe they know what alcohol can do to people, maybe they fear liver failure, maybe they had a family member or friend that died from an alcohol related accident, maybe they don’t feel the need or desire to drink, it’s really not that hard to comprehend.

(via feltelures)

After considering all our options, A, New!T and I decided to hop on the hotel courtesy shuttle and go to a Mexican restaurant they apparently allowed it to go to.  I was disappointed because I wanted to go to the Indian restaurant that my mother used to take me to, but since T was being a whiny asshole about the car, we were stranded and that place was a bit of a drive.

When we mentioned this as we pulled out of the driveway, the lady driving the shuttle said, “Oh, do you want to go downtown?”

We looked at her.  "Yes?“

"Okay, don’t tell anyone. If anyone asks, you went to Fiesta Mex.”

So we pulled out my GPS and it started directing her to the Indian place.  Meanwhile, A is telling Kristen, the driver, all about T and how she nearly killed us driving here.  Kristen is just enthralled with this story and we’re all laughing the whole way. Then, we we get close, Kristen says, “Oh, my god, I think I know where you’re going.  My friend used to live above this restaurant and hated it because they brought in all those animals.”

A suddenly stopped being so enthused.  "Animals?“

"Yeah, they kill them right there.”

She turned around and looked at me, “Oh my god, where are you taking us?”

I said, “Well, we know it’s fresh?”

When we arrived, it was in fact the place Kristen had been thinking of and she laughed the whole time we got out of the van.  I led them inside and pretty much ordered for them because neither of them had had Indian food before.  Right after we sat down, there was pounding from the kitchen. 

“There you go,” said New!T, “they’re killing something back there just for you.”

They both said this place improved their night ten fold over the crappy afternoon we had with T and her nightmare driving and the screaming match.  The food at this place is legendarily good.  It looks like such a hole in the wall, but fuck, it is Top Notch Quality.  

We’ve been scheming ways to get out of having to ride back with T, hoping that if we tell HR that we did not feel safe that they would let the rest of us get our own rental.  It’s doubtful that the state would pay for it, however, so we’re pretty much stuck with it.  The training we’re here for won’t be nearly as arduous as just the damn car ride. 

But at least I had some amazing food, and A and New!T are quality humans.  We’re thinking about going out for Indian together sometime when we get back to Pittsburgh.

A, New!T and I are all going to sneak out to dinner somewhere without original T, who brought her usual binge food of two packs of Oreos and her boyfriend’s chili.  I hope she is enjoying it cold, as there are no microwaves here.  Unfortunately for us, since T is so obsessed with the car and is hoarding the keys, the rest of us will have to do some weird awkward walking to the Nothing nearby to find something to eat because she’s locked herself up for the night.  

But we’d all literally rather walk over a highway than deal with T again anyway.  After the screaming match in the car, I’m dreading the ride back already, and it’s 24 hours away. 

On normal days, I feel like I’m in some weird office sitcom.  This afternoon was more like carpool hell.

Arrived at Holiday Inn. 

Mostly want to not see other humans for a long time.

Not dead, yet. Now going at a normal speed.

We’ve eaten, which I think has improved everyone’s morale.

A apologized to T at my suggestion, and now New!T and I are kind of half asleep in the back.

A points out every herd of cows we pass, and New!T thinks I’m hilarious so the drama has passed a little. A’s outburst earlier included an ominous, ‘everyone knows about you!’ so it will be interesting if T changes her office behavior later.

Oh god were going 90 miles an hour in a 65 mile an hour zone while she eats, holy fuck.

New woman is lovely. She and I are hiding in the back seat.

And now there is screaming. Oh my god.