Sunday Follies

Me:  Can I have a vodka, soda, and a splash of cranberry please?  

Bartender:  A what?

Me:  A vodka, soda, and a splash of cranberry please…

Bartender:  Well only if you say cranberry correctly!

Me:  Okay… May I have a vodka, soda, and a splash of crahhhhhhhnburry please?

I wasn't very amused and it was clear that the bartender wasn't either.  We exchanged smiles, each of us with our own meaning behind the smile, and then she poured my drink.   Time to eat my own words and not “create” her to be a… Well, you get the idea.  How did I end up at this place anyway?

Just like the days prior, Chris made me promise to get out and explore.  It was Sunday and I didn't feel like leaving the hotel, but I promised.  Off I went!  Since I didn't have a clue where I was going, I decided to play a game.  The game was actually kind of frightening too!  

I trotted over to the tram stand and waited for the tram.  Now keep in mind that there are six trams on this particular line!  Whichever tram came first was the one I would take.  There is only one tram that I haven't been on yet and it travelled to unknown territory.  Secretly I wanted that tram to come first, and it did!

The weather was crap on Sunday so the tram was relatively empty.  I settled into a seat and began to stare out the window.  The first 15 minutes or so was all good because the area was still familiar, but once we passed that point it was all new territory.  Anxiety began to set in as  the tram continued down the line.  Every stop was one stop further into uncharted lands and we all know that I am a nervous nelly when it comes to getting lost or doing anything new.  I was nearly 30 minutes into my tram trip when almost by instinct my arm raised and my hand grabbed the line signaling the driver to exit at the next stop.  Here we go!

Past exploration has taught me to watch out the window and signal a stop when the area looks exciting, or at the very least, interesting.  Unfortunately this time around the area I was traveling into looked less and less interesting, and more and more inhospitable.  I would imagine that was the reason my arm and hand decided to think for itself and grab the signal line.  The tram drops off in the middle of an intersection, so my first thoughts involved safe travel across the street.  Once safely on the sidewalk I began to take in my surroundings.  Nothing around me caught my attention so I decided to walk up a block, and that is how I wound up in the small bar (the only person) being served by the ever so friendly bartender.  Yuup…  Here I am.   

I had one drink at the bar and left to find someplace more exciting.  Suddenly there was a ray of hope!  I was standing on the corner waiting to cross the street when the 3a tram drove past, which means that if I followed the tracks I would be in a familiar area.  The fun begins.

To be continued…