The epic begins

I just spent half an hour playing snood to help me screw up my courage and make a wedding-planning phone call--the first of thousands. Immediate goal: find a location. My task: call the Garfield Park conservatory and get info and prices. Fine, fine. I'm a grownup. I can do this.

I call the Park District and navigate their auto-attendant. Get a live person. Say, "Hi, I'm interested in holding a wedding at the GPC. Can you give me information?" They give me another phone number. Repeat this process twice. Finally I get a nice-sounding lady who tells me they rent only two months before the event, only on weekends, 9 to 4, provide tables, and $125/room for two hours. SCORE! I ask about getting a specific date, since I'm sure that they book quickly. She said it wasn't too bad, they booked up but not immediately, like the conservatory or the forest preserve or something.

So who am I talking to anyway?

Turns out, it's the building across the street. I thank her for being a real person on the other end of the phone, and she gives me yet another phone number.

I call. Auto-attendant. Press four. Voicemail message. Scheduler is on maternity leave. Dial another number. Leave voicemail message.

Hang up. Realize that I have given her the number for my cell phone, which was briefly disconnected, then lost its charge, and which I now CANNOT FIND.

Sigh.

Total time: 1 hr 10 min.

better

found the cell phone. whew. It was, of course, in a knitting bag. Where does all my important stuff disappear to? Or course. A knitting bag.

Please notice I didn't say THE knitting bag, for that would be too easy. I've checked THE knitting bag several times. But I have several smaller carry-size spin-off bags, you see, for different projects, since THE knitting bag has become so bloated as to be almost impossible to carry around and now resembles a small piece of luggage.

Don't ever let this happen to you, kids.

Another prize: Denise needles! Interchangeable circulars! They came in the mail today, a present from my dear dear mommy. Yay! I must go write her now and thank her, as the cell phone is still not charged.