Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Pope Slapped

Camie and I watched the first episode of The Biggest Loser together, and so we thought it would be fun to get together last night and watch the finale. Did you watch it? All season long this show has been bringing me to tears as I watch all of these huge dudes cry and tell each other how they are the wind beneath each others wings. It's totally motivational, and I was excited to watch it with Camie. No one likes to cry alone. The Pope, however, had other plans.

His Popeness is in Washington DC right now, as you might know if you (unlike me) pause between flipping between E!, TLC, and Bravo long enough to see the news. Whenever there is any event such as this, roads are usually closed, and if roads are closed you can bet your 401K that traffic is going to suuuuuuuuuck.

My little 3 mile commute from Bethesda to Silver Spring took a grueling 55 minutes. Camie, coming to my house from DC, really didn't stand a chance.

She called at 7PM and said, "I've been on the Parkway for 45 minutes and I'm only at the CIA exit. I'm turning around."

I nodded into the phone as I calculated how far the CIA exit is from where she'd need to get onto the Beltway. And from there, it was likely that if the Parkway was a mess, the Beltway would look like a CarMaxx parking lot. At this rate she'd be getting to my house at about 11PM.

"Oh yeah!" I said, "Definitely go back home. There's no way you're getting here tonight."

"Sorry!" she said.

"Don't worry about it. It's not your fault! You totally got Pope Slapped!"


Camie said...

Lesson learned: getting Pope slapped is worse than getting bitch slapped. And to make things worse, I didn't even get to see him in the popemobile today. I was too busy working. My life sucks.

holly said...

doh! you're traffic descriptions make me laugh: Carmax parking lot?!?