I almost immediately lost all sense of cohesion and burst into tears. It was too much, too much intensity! And now I couldn’t take my contacts out, unless I wanted to be blind for the rest of the evening. And don’t get me wrong, contacts are great, but I only ever keep them in for a few hours – they are not relaxing! So the prospect of not getting to relax, after all this stuff… was unbearable.
Mom called the taxi for me, and they looked, but they didn’t find anything. I waited and waited. I called Marty in tears. He’d been up all night waiting to hear how the competition had gone and I can’t imagine me calling in tears was what he’d been hoping for! We talked for awhile and I felt a little better, then insisted he go to sleep. I went to Mom’s room. She called the Eisteddfod and talked to a woman, who knew who I was and offered to look all around the competitors’ area herself, and call my Mom back. I had no idea if she was going to find anything, the glasses could have been ANYWHERE… but she found them and she called Mom back, they’d fallen out in the press room!
My mother, my wonderful mother, took a cab all the way back to the Eisteddfod, a half hour drive, to get my glasses back for me.
She put them in my hands and I just died of happiness. I’d had no idea what I would do if I didn’t find them. There was just no way I could wear contacts to travel home. I cannot properly explain my glee when my glasses were returned to me.
And so commenced the partying!
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