lucky me
I left the house at around 6:30 for Krizia's birthday thing. After 30 minutes, we were driving along Airport Road when we heard something under the car. The driver pulled over to check it out. Nothing. So we drove off. After a few seconds, we heard something fall off. Not good. Pulled over again. Still nothing. But when we tried drving away, the car wouldn't move. It was in drive and the engine was working, but no acceleration. We were at rest...
So we waited for about an hour for the other car to arrive so that it could tow my sorry-ass Civic back home. The trip took another hour. I had to wait another 30 minutes to let the driver eat. I figured we could still make it cuz it was already late anyway and I didn't think the traffic would be so bad. Just goes to show how little I know of what goes on in the north. I arrived at the party 3.5 hours late. Better late than never, right?
We stayed till 12. I was literally the last person left. My driver didn't bring his phone so I couldn't call or text him. I tried waiting but I'm not very good at that. Then I asked the guard if he could page my driver. Still nothing. Then I checked the hotel entrance, and there he was, sleeping in the car. I tried shouting but he was out cold. So I threw the case of my glasses at the windshield. That got his attention. We arrived home a little past 1 in the morning. Happy Friday the 13th...
