Actually, there were no adventures. I forgot to bring two forms of identification, which meant that I had to go back the next day. For furture reference, even if you work for a state institution, your employee i.d. does not count as a state issued identification card.
In any case, I am now, for the first time in seven years, an official, driver's licence carrying, registered voting, organ donating resident of the same state in which I actually live.
Now, I have to go make my car a resident. It, by the way, is all fixed up with a shiny new hood after the series of unfortunate events. They even pounded out the wrinkles in the liscence plate and cleaned the interior. Brave men for that last task. Insurance covered all but the deductable. Thank the great whomever!
I hope this is all not for naught. I cannot seem to release this feeling of transigence. I suppose after 7 years of being on the verge of unemployment and then a decade prior of graduate studenthood, my anxiety has been well-trained.