Just Good Times

So, we had driven about nine hours already towards home. We had a nice dinner in Kansas City, we were making great time. Then my boyfriend ran into something (we think a coyote) going 80. The front grill of his car is smashed and its leaking fluid like a bitch. It wouldn't start, so we had to get it towed to the dealership in Blue Springs, Missouri.

We are now at a ghetto hotel close to the dealership. All the normal hotels were booked up. I didn't know there was such a run on hotels in Blue Springs, but apparently there is.

So for now, we are stuck. Tomorrow we'll either rent a car (which neither of us is technically old enough to do) or his dad will have to drive the five hours to come and get us. We don't know what's wrong with the car, how long it will take, etc. Good times.


Mr. Fabulous said...

I bet the coyote was chasing a roadrunner. Is your car made by ACME?

ADW said...

Mr. Fab cracks me up.

Be careful when you get in the shower. You know those old motels.

eek, eek, eek, eek


Avitable said...

Ouch - that sucks! Hopefully you'll be able to make the most of it and still enjoy yourselves. Just drink lots of alcohol.

Amanda said...

Mr. Fabulous: yes, yes it is. How did you know?

ADW: the hotel was nothing compared to the tow truck driver

avitable: the trip wasn't ruined, we still had a good time. And I always drink a lot of alcohol.