The weekend was a little crazy. To start, I was run off the road and into a curb on Friday trying to avoid someone who lane-changed into me. I really thought, “Oh My God: My very first car accident” while I was narrowly missing the jack ass SUV who gunned it and took my place. I screeched the tires, ground them into the side of the curb, and ended up at a full stop in the middle of James St. (thank God there was no one behind me). Then, when I steadily drove the car up the hill I awkwardly sat behind the asshole that ran me off the road at the light on James and Broadway. I was fumbling and flailing around trying to find a pen to write down his license plate number. My hands were shaking like crazy and of course I didn’t find a pen in time. I called Josh on my cell phone and screamed something nonsensical about him needing to be prepared to write down a plate number while I tailed the guy, but Josh talked me into pulling over and checking the car first. When I pulled over I was fully prepared for a popped tire or something equally as damaging. Turns out my front passenger hubcap was scraped up, the wheel has an unattractive scratch down the side, and the weight popped out from the wheel…other then that I am very, very, very lucky. After realizing the car was fine, I burst into tears and spent ten minutes parked in a no-loading zone crying while Josh assured me I was OK.
Just to be on the safe side, on Saturday we dropped the car off at a Goodyear Tire on the way to a First Time Buyer’s class we are required to take in order to qualify for a special first time home loan. After waiting for the bus for fifteen minutes, and asking two individual crazy people for directions–one had platinum hearts imbedded in her front teeth–we surmised that we were waiting on the wrong side of the street. With no time left to wait, we hailed a cab. Our cab driver didn’t know where the West Seattle Public Library was and eventually pulled over to consult a map. Josh helped him figure out where we needed to go, the cabbie restarted the meter, but it still didn’t prevent him from dropping us off in front of West Seattle High School instead of the public library (?) So, we ended up asking someone on the street where to go and practically ran several big blocks to our class. We were ‘only’ fifteen minutes late, and if we had known how long and painful the class was going to be we might have squeezed in an extra fifteen (you could be thirty minutes tardy and still credit). We learned a little bit of new info, go our certificates, and peaced out of there.
Update: Of course, the marathon BBQ on Sunday made up for it all…stay tuned for pics!