On weekends away

It appears that I spend a lot of time away from home now. I work all day, spend the evenings often out with friends or hanging around barnes and noble. I spend all day working in a barnes and noble and find all sorts of cool books that I'm not allowed to take home with me, so I go to a different one after work and read them all.
But in addition to not being at home, I haven't been around binghamton much, it feels. Last weekend I went to Wildwood with sara and jake. It was a blast, as far as it could be in the blazing heat and with me getting pretty sick. I got a bit of a burn, slept on the beach a lot, and got to see two of my best friends, so I would count that as a win for the weekend. I even stayed at sara's on staten island on sunday night (unfortunately it was because I felt I was too sick to drive home and called in sick the next morning).
This weekend, jake was supposed to come up (for the 8343256th time) but didn't because his bus didnt come. So I'm trying to find someone else who wants to go on a balloon ride with me. anyone? at 5? anyone?...ok then.
I also spent all of saturday up in sterling ny at the renaissance festival with my brother. He really wanted to go, which kind of surprised me, but it was a ton of fun. We spent all day drinking and eating ridiculous food and watching funny shows and pointing out the crazy renaissance festival folk who go all out with costumes and all that. It was a lot of fun. I even have a commemorative renaissance festival beer mug which will be added to my collection of coffee cups. It's pretty sweet.
I guess the reason I'm writing this though, and what I kind of don't want to put down in words, is this image I have from driving down to get sara to go to Wildwood. It was raining-hard, downpour, apocalyptic, can't-see-the-road kind of raining. At one point, they sky opened up and the water poured out while I was driving up hill. I really thought I was going to be washed down the hill into all the cars and have a huge pileup and die. Really, I was scared for my life. I wanted to pull over, but I thought that I would never get going again and since I was only following the guy's headlights in front of me, the people behind me were probably following mine, and I didnt want them to realize too late that I was off the road and stopped. But so there were at least two accidents that I saw, both very close, not directly, but less than 50 cars in front of me. But one of these accidents happened in the left lane at the concrete divider, so there was no place for the car to go. Everyone slowed down and stopped to get over to the right lane to pass. The car had spun and was now facing perpendicular to the flow of traffic so I could see into the side windows of the car as I drove by it. The rain was making all the windows foggy, but I could see, as I drove slowly by, someone in the passenger seat pounding on the windows. All I could see were the fists and palms meeting the glass. It was really horrific. No one had stopped, I was too scared to do anything but keep driving. I dont know if they were trapped or frustrated or if a fire was starting in their car or what...It really bothers me that I dont know. That image will not leave me alone.