Yesterday I drove down to Fairfield to register for classes for the winter residency in my MFA program. The process, which is usually a pain in the ass because of financial aid and the relative obscurity the FUMFA program holds among the university at large, was actually surprisingly smooth. Then I went over to Mother Hastings' office to drop off my Enders Island deposit. So everything is all set. And I figured, since I was down there, why not go to a reading from writers extraordinaire (and Fairfield faculty) Lary Bloom and Nalini Jones?
After the reading we gathered and socialized, something writers tend to do. I received some generous offers from fellow FUMFAers who live in the Fairfield area to stay overnight, but I felt it was better to drive home. I'm a night person, and it's easier for me to stay up late and drive home and not have to fight traffic then to wake up early and be a zombie for the first two or three hours of my day while fighting traffic.
So I'm about to enter the on-ramp for the Mass Turnpike when I'm fumbling through my wallet for some change. Some things falls out, one of which is my AAA card, which I realize expired in September.
It's a good thing I didn't know about this earlier in the day. The last thing I needed is to be stressed out about getting into an accident, having a flat tire or needing a tow while driving all over Connecticut.
That's a wrap. Now I gotta go call AAA and renew my membership.
One never thinks about them until there's a breakdown, or one needs a Triptik... better you found out now rather than later!
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