Practice Makes Perfect.

This is why I would never make a good tomb raider.



Ok, so I don't see how I fail so miserably at GOING OVER TO SOMEONE'S HOUSE.
I missed both times when Patrick told me not to on the phone...and now i feel like a total noob.

The first time was like, "YOU DIDN'T TELL ME NOT TO, ok ok we'll call next time. before this happens again" :
I was standing outside his door holding a big tupperware box wondering why his dad's car is in the garage. So I CIRCLE THE HOUSE TWICE VERY CONSPICUOUSLY KNOCKING ON EVERYTHING like "HEY ARE YOU IN THERE SOMEWHERE" his dad saw me, must have thought I was a crazed stalker trying to send weird messages from the outside.



And TODAY . Wow. PHONE CONVERSATION. THAT I MISINTERPRETED *how is this even possible anymore*. So i'm over there staring at his dad's car again, thinking what the hell..? Run around house (dad probably laughing maniacally at my lack of stealth skills, but I didn't know).
Run around to back door, knock, STARE OFF INTO SPACE, DISTRACTED FOR A MOMENT, look back to see Patrick yelling (no sound) at me from the inside, waving his hands while mouthing something along the lines of "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING", "WELL YOU TOLD ME HE WASN'T THERE" and it really looked like he was talking to his dad or someone to the side ... i fruck out. so i backed up against a wall and was like, ok must run. now.
Ran as fast as i could around a different way so his dad wouldn't see me. but bike was parked semi-out front so i had to sneak behind trees and when I finally got within viewing range, OH SHIT dad's car is moved. WHY IS THE CAR OUTSIDE THE GARAGE? IS HE HIDING IN HIS CAR PATROLLING THE AREA ><
and then, oh shitshitshit, CAR IS MOVING, FUCK (bike in plain sight, at this point I'm in the neighbor's yard),
I


RUN FOR MY LIFE, NEARLY DOING A LARA-DUCK-AND-EVADE-while-shooting-RUN but didn't make it as I saw dad's car fly by bike, he's pretty much watching me fail at running behind a house.
Sigh. Go back and Patrick's like.....giving me the 'you just failed your survival test' look.




"Yeah, he was like, diana's floating around outside again.."
[floating?... lol]
The sad thing is, had a few more minutes passed, he would have left. None of this would have happened.




Sigh and we knew he was gonna come back early...we heard him coming in (oh shit part 2), i scramble out the back door, but WHERE THEFUCK ARE MY SHOES????!! run the back way and like THREE DOGS ARE BARKING AT ME MADLY if it weren't for that fence I'd be dog food, finally get out of there with bike, shoeless, tupperwareless.

Painful barefoot ride back home.