Bad Luck Brandi: Introducing ‘good luck Brandi’
My weekend began Thursday night for Halloween. The evening went splendidly, only minor incidents of me tripping in heels while walking on the cobblestone in Fells Point. But that was solved by me carrying my heels in my hand, which went perfectly with my ‘walk of shame’ costume.
Then Friday morning I woke up and went to New York with some other Towerlighters for an Ed Sheeran concert at Madison Square Garden, only for us to find out Taylor Swift was making a surprise performance there too. How could it get any better? So we saw an amazing concert and had a great NYC experience. Well, minus a crazy man wearing a dress screaming in our faces accusing us of being robots and demanding we leave his country with expletives sprinkled in.
Hell, our experience was so good we even got to sit on a double-decker train on the New Jersey Transit for the way back. It really is the small things in life. And we even made excellent time back to Towson. I was riding pretty high on the successful weekend.
As I walked back to my car I reflected considering why I’m not just called good luck Brandi and then got to my car and drove away.
As I was going down Cross Campus Drive singing and dancing to the music, I noticed the parking ticket that was stuck in my windshield. I stopped, pulled it out and my mood was instantly killed.