Getting lost.

Saturday morning (early afternoon, really), I left the house in the direction of Trader Joe's to find a Verizon store so that I could pick up the cheapest and crappiest cell phone. As I live about a 20 minute walk from this area, it should not have been that difficult... then I discovered that the downside to having a bike is that you can get extremely lost much faster than you could if you were walking. You know that feeling when you think that you are on your way somewhere and then everything starts looking kind of strange and you just know that you are DEFINITELY going in the wrong direction and probably have been for a very long time, even though you could have SWORN that you followed some stranger's directions PERFECTLY?? This happened to me so many times yesterday that I completely lost count. No joke, it took me FOUR HOURS to make a trip that should have taken about 30 minutes. Who would have thought it could be so difficult to find an entire neighbourhood?
Anyways... at least I got a bunch of biking in?
I FINALLY found my way home, rested for about an hour and then trekked out again (this time with a hand drawn map of where I was going), to my new friend Jen's birthday party. I bike along the water to Williamsburg, and after getting lost once or twice more DESPITE my map, I find her building. This is when I realize that I actually have no way of getting inside. I have no phone numbers for anyone, and there was a buzzer number left on the internet, but noone is in the apartment; they are all on the roof. WOMPS.
Instead of just going home, I decide to try to find somewhere with WiFi to recheck facebook to see if there are further instructions for getting upstairs. I come across a little bar that has beers on special for 4 dollars, and go and sit at the counter and try to sort things out. I am stressed and feel defeated as none of my plans for the day seem to be working out. When I go on facebook, there are no instructions for the party, but there is a wall post from Mike that says, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is"; suddenly the tone of my day has changed. Yes, I got lost, and yes, I might be missing a party right now and have no alternate plans for my Saturday night, but I am sitting in a little bar in Brooklyn having an IPA and it's summer and my life is generally pretty freaking great.
I finish my beer and then I make one more attempt to get into Jen's apartment building. I buzz the apartment, and again there is nothing. At this moment, someone who lives in the building walks up to the door, and I explain that my friend isn't answering, and she says, "do you want me to just let you in?" YES, I DO! THANKYOU SO MUCH! Thankfully, the elevator goes straight to the roof and there is no fancy system of stairs and locked doors to get up there. The view from the roof is amazing, and everyone is super friendly, and I put a tofurkey sausage on the grill and have a beer and relax. As the evening progresses, more and more people show up, until finally the deck is covered with people all drinking and smoking and generally having a pretty great time. There are a few cute boys there; one who reminds me strangely of miles, and one who is tall and wearing a bike cap and has the smoothest arms I have ever felt in my life. For some reason or another I just can't stop touching this guy's arms... and talking about how smooth they are. I am lucky that I am a cute girl and not some burly dude, or I would probably be the creep of the party. "I just can't stop touching your arms, they are so freaking smooth." Really?
Despite slamming back a redbull, I am still jet-lagged and so sleepy that I could die. I am told that I could crash in the apartment downstairs, but decide that I would much rather make my way home. The bikeride back is a little scary because I'm worried that I will get lost again, but everything turns out alright, and I'm coasting back into Dumbo (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) 20 minutes later.
When I get in, Casper (one of my temporary roomies) is still awake and we chat for a bit about our days before I head up to sleep.

Now it's Sunday morning, and I'm trying to think of what to do with my day. Bike around, HOPEFULLY not get lost again, eat some foods, and later, watch some True Blood with the roommies.
It occurs to me that in 5 days I will need to find somewhere else to stay, and I'm pretty nervous about that, but I'm sure it will be ALRIGHT.
Meep meep!