This weekend is nuts. Absolutely nuts. And I know that you missed me a lot, I could tell.
So let’s recap Friday.
I was super tired from the week, but I got home after work on Friday, and, inspired by another blogger who’s a mom, I straightened up, went for a run, and headed out to a birthday party late, because Selena was on telly. Woops. That movie is good as hell though.
So we headed to Trophy Brewing Company in Raleigh for beer, pizza, and a shot of Fireball to celebrate the birthday of Adele Gregory, a good friend (who’s also really crafty and excellent at baking).
Trophy (for those of you local folks) is down on Morgan Street and features a lot of beer, pizzas, and good times.
The birthday girl was the only one who didn’t stuff her face to its capacity – she stuck to a salad. She was better than I was!
Pizza!
Birthday shots!
Then my car got towed.
So when we left the brewery, I walked out to where I was pretty sure I’d parked my car, in a lot that was designated as okay to park in after 5:30 pm. Or so I thought. When I came out, the car was gone, and we figured it’d been towed. As it turns out, I was completely in the wrong, there was another sign that stated that the late was for folks in an apartment complex across the street. That was totally cool, I’d screwed up, and I was willing to pay the consequences for my mistake. But when we called the tow yard to get the car, a woman rudely told us that no one was there and I couldn’t get my car until after 11:00 pm. Which is fine, but we knew for a fact that it was mandated that someone is supposed to be there, and that cars had to be released within 45 minutes of you getting there. Which wasn’t happening.
Long story short, we called the cops, the cops called the towing company, and magically, they were really really apologetic and released my car, all to the tune of $100 cash.
So if you’re wondering where my favorite lady was, instead of writing I was in a creepy part of town waiting to get my car out of a creepy yard. How was your weekend?
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