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Went out on Friday night w/ Matt and friends. We went to Foxy's then to C Street (a bar). It was an awesome night. I danced and dank a bunch. Laughed at some guys wearing beer boxes on their heads. Some guy worked for Budweiser, so he was handing 'em out all night. Apparently, he just gives the bill to the company, and they re-imburse him. Awesome. The guys sang some karaoke, and I got a couple pictures. They'll be on facebook soon. Got back to the apartment by, like, 2am? Make some drunken phone calls, and went to bed.
I woke up on Saturday morning feeling rather awful, but I had no choice - I had to head to VA for Sarah's mom's wedding. I put on a cute sun dress, did my make-up, did my hair, got directions, stopped at the bank, and I was on my way. The directions were real simple, and I made it to the VA state line in no time. I decided to break for a drink and gas, so I maded a pit stop in a 7-11. PI pumped my own gas, got an iced coffee, and was on my way again. Then shit went down.
I wish I could explain it. I really do. I don't know if this'll make a lot of sense, but I'm going to try. So I was cruising...probably doin' about 65 or 70 mph, and my car pulled to the right. I grabbed the wheel to get back in the lane, but next thing I knew, the passenger side of my car was scraping against a guardrail. The car was shaking like crazy and I vividly remember thinking, ":This can't be happening." I turned away from the rail, and I lost control of the car. I thried to straighten outthe wheels, but the car wouldn't have it. I tried to hit the breaks, but it wouldn't slow down. The ass end of my car spun around and ended up pointing where the front should have been. Then I reached the other side of the road, where the was no guardrail, and my car slid into a ditch.
I took a few seconds to assess the damage. Car? Wrecked. Smelled awful. Burning rubber, fumes, the airbags. I made sure I didn't break anything. Nope. I wasn't punctured or profusely bleeding from anywhere. Cool. Now I just had to get the uck out of the car. I scooted myself toward the drivers side door and tried to push it open. I didn't want to use too much effort incase I really had hurt myself without realizing it. When I pushed, nothing happened. I tried again, a little harder. Again, the door didn't move. By this point I saw a couple trucks had pulled over, and I wanted to get outof the vehicle before they came to check on me. I decided to hoist myself out of my open window (luckily it had been open, otherwise, I probably would have panicked). I got out the the car, clearly shaken up, and a gentleman ran over and asked if I was ok. I noted that I had a cut on my leg that had been bleeding. It was't still bleeing, so I disregarded it. That was the only immediate "injury" that I noticed. The guy who stopped has his grandkids in his truck, so he excused himself once he knew I was ok. An officer came, looked at the car, asked if I was ok, asked what happened, and looked at the tire marks to figure out wha went down. Another officer showed up and offered me a band-aid for my leg. I passed, but took him up on the offer later. Officer #1 called a tow truck w/ AAA but he wasn't actually with AAA, so we had to send him away. Another truck came, and I asked if he could take me to MD, but he couldn't. This began my attempts at finding a way home. First I tried Wes. His truck was in the shop, though, so he couldn't get me.
To be continued...
I woke up on Saturday morning feeling rather awful, but I had no choice - I had to head to VA for Sarah's mom's wedding. I put on a cute sun dress, did my make-up, did my hair, got directions, stopped at the bank, and I was on my way. The directions were real simple, and I made it to the VA state line in no time. I decided to break for a drink and gas, so I maded a pit stop in a 7-11. PI pumped my own gas, got an iced coffee, and was on my way again. Then shit went down.
I wish I could explain it. I really do. I don't know if this'll make a lot of sense, but I'm going to try. So I was cruising...probably doin' about 65 or 70 mph, and my car pulled to the right. I grabbed the wheel to get back in the lane, but next thing I knew, the passenger side of my car was scraping against a guardrail. The car was shaking like crazy and I vividly remember thinking, ":This can't be happening." I turned away from the rail, and I lost control of the car. I thried to straighten outthe wheels, but the car wouldn't have it. I tried to hit the breaks, but it wouldn't slow down. The ass end of my car spun around and ended up pointing where the front should have been. Then I reached the other side of the road, where the was no guardrail, and my car slid into a ditch.
I took a few seconds to assess the damage. Car? Wrecked. Smelled awful. Burning rubber, fumes, the airbags. I made sure I didn't break anything. Nope. I wasn't punctured or profusely bleeding from anywhere. Cool. Now I just had to get the uck out of the car. I scooted myself toward the drivers side door and tried to push it open. I didn't want to use too much effort incase I really had hurt myself without realizing it. When I pushed, nothing happened. I tried again, a little harder. Again, the door didn't move. By this point I saw a couple trucks had pulled over, and I wanted to get outof the vehicle before they came to check on me. I decided to hoist myself out of my open window (luckily it had been open, otherwise, I probably would have panicked). I got out the the car, clearly shaken up, and a gentleman ran over and asked if I was ok. I noted that I had a cut on my leg that had been bleeding. It was't still bleeing, so I disregarded it. That was the only immediate "injury" that I noticed. The guy who stopped has his grandkids in his truck, so he excused himself once he knew I was ok. An officer came, looked at the car, asked if I was ok, asked what happened, and looked at the tire marks to figure out wha went down. Another officer showed up and offered me a band-aid for my leg. I passed, but took him up on the offer later. Officer #1 called a tow truck w/ AAA but he wasn't actually with AAA, so we had to send him away. Another truck came, and I asked if he could take me to MD, but he couldn't. This began my attempts at finding a way home. First I tried Wes. His truck was in the shop, though, so he couldn't get me.
To be continued...