How To Turn a Two Hour Drive Into a Four Hour Affair
My afternoon. In texts:
Me: I forgot my keys. :( Want to meet up in Salem and hand them off?
Dad: Not really.
Me: I guess you’ll see me in two hours then. Apparently I’ll be home for dinner.
Me: I just drove 2 hrs to Eugene and was walking up to my building when I realized I left the keys at home. fml so bad but like… I’m hysterically laughing. And my dad refuses to meet me halfway with the keys. And I have no clothes other than the ones I’m wearing.
Me: I know right?! I’m dying laughing at how stupid this is
Julia: Hahahaha dear lord. Been there. No landlord? Cry to your faja?
Me: My dad IS my landlord!!!
Vanessa: You are soo dumb!!!!!
All written while sitting in the car in my designated parking space right in front of my building laughing maniacally despite the fact I had not showered in 24+ hours, had no other clothes, needed to be in town the following night and morning after, and my dad was all for having me drive two hours back home to turn around and start all over again.
Best friends and family, everyone! Look how supportive! I love them dearly.
I have no comment other than I was watching True Blood and that show is so sexual, you should be surprised if I don’t do some critical thinking about these sorts of things.
I was pretty proud of myself after this one.
Same friend as earlier.
She’s awake right now because she got drunk on wine with her retired dad and passed out for three hours after their 5:30 early bird dinner.
I think the reasoning behind our friendship should now be evident.