her tales amaze you, but until it occurs first hand you never know the fury that may be wrought.

I was graced with the prescience of my cousin StryxDomina this weekend. It was a very awesome visitation. We explored many parts of Manhattan I have yet to see as per post before, but today was to be her last half day in NYC. She had plans. Mainly to go to NYC and see wall street during a work day. Apparently her phone had plans also. Those plans didn’t involve being charged up nice and ready for extensive discourse.

-> point of reference, she asked me why she seemed to attract conservative men and I wish I had had presence of mind to alert her to the fact that going to wall street wasn’t the best way to not attract conservative men. Just a post thought.

So we decided the best route would be to get my landlord to buzz her in and leave my apartment door unlocked so she could into the house and retrieve her bags. OH my. Little did we know we have a third party that has equal access to our apartment. He has been recently in a contest for Queen. I forgot he comes into our apartment and washes his clothes. I forgot. I sooooo should have left a note to maintain the unlocked status of the door. But I did not. Stryx’s travel luck is such that the door was locked. I gave her my keys to get into the apartment. So now as we speak she is racing back to my home and grab her belongings, then she is going to race to LGA and hopefully catch her plane that is supposed to be leaving the airport at 5:03.

I’m hopeful, but I’m also on contingency mode.

But of course there is no real way for me to know if she didn’t make it to the plane because she doesn’t have a fully charged cell phone, unless she borrows someone else’s phone to make the call.

I feel bad, had I thought more in advance I’d have remembered to write a note for our next door neighbor. But I did not.

That is a lot of failure’s in a row. Stryx is bad luck when it comes to traveling. Remind me never to plan a trip to Europe with her ;).