Tuesday. The morning started off okay but around noon Rachel called with an emergency, her car had died on the side of I35. Totally dead, in a dangerous spot and waiting on a tow truck. I was prepared to go and get her but she had to wait for the tow and that took forever. She was considered a “priority” because she was in a dangerous spot blocking the road and had nowhere to move the car for safety but they “forgot” her there for over an hour, oops.
Chris ended up showing up to get her, so Watson and I who were prepared to get her if necessary didn’t have to go. She spent much of the day dealing with that and then coming home to figure out what to do. She was not prepared for the reality that “new” used cars, especially ones that are twenty years old, tend to fall apart pretty quickly after you buy them.
This evening Shawn, Rachel and I went out, and Dominica stayed home with the kids, to go to Red Rock to have drinks and play darts for Shawn’s 28th birthday. Tim ended up joining us later on in the night. A weird lady kind of made herself a part of our group at the bar and insisted on playing darts badly with us for quite a while. She had her own darts that she kept at the bar and talked on and on about how good she was, but she wasn’t even up to my level and I don’t like nor play darts! After she left I played with Shawn and Rachel and beat them both. Somehow I am the dart master of the group and I am the only one that doesn’t like darts at all. Everyone else is really into it, including Dominica.
It was very late when we got back and Rachel ended up falling out of the van and hitting the sidewalk. We had no idea that she was drunk, she had just been drinking with us which was hardly anything. So weird.
