Vance Jackson's Sweet Revenge

Never has a street been so vengeful ...

I had an interesting weekend, full of ups, downs, and a hangover. My friend from Brownsville, whom we'll call Mucy, came up to visit the San Antonio crowd this weekend. The San Antonio crew, especially me, is very happy to see Ms. Mucy. We decide to go to Hooters to start Saturday night off. Afterwards, after a zig-zag trip around the Northwest side of town to buy liquor, a guy, whom we'll call Mile, and I were on our way to a friend's apartment for a little get together, which we all know is code for party, but you call it a little get together to kid yourself into thinking it won't get that crazy.

On Mile's and my way to the "little get together," we are having a conversation that was apparently rapturing or captivating. So captivating and requiring all of my concentration that driving became a background thing. So rapturing that I decided it would be fun to not pay attention to driving at all.

Since I apparently decided that driving was an issue of little importance on this street that I had never been on before, I subconsciously decided it would be even more fun to run into a curb at full speed. So fast that I popped not one, but two tires. Yes, you read correctly, Popped Two Tires.

Luckily two friends, whom we'll just call Mhristina and May, were close by and able to come to our aide. Mhristina was my lifesaver and called AAA to get a tow truck. Obviously this was a once in a lifetime thing, because a AAA guy WITHOUT a tow truck came just to see what happened. When he arrived, he promptly pointed and laughed at the situation and asked who was the driver. When May quickly pointed to me, the guy just laughed some more.

So, he leaves and we're waiting for the AAA guy WITH the tow truck. Being the geniuses that three boys are, while supervised by Mhristina, we decided to help the tow truck guy and change one of the tires, because, thanks to Merry (read previous entries), I now know how to change them. Unfortunately, we changed the front tire. When the AAA guy WITH the tow truck arrived, he quickly told us that it was front-wheel drive car and needed two tires on the back in order to tow it.

So, as the AAA guy WITH a tow truck took my beautiful Fucus to Wal-Mart, our little group departed to meet up at the "little get together." As a stroke of pure genius, I decide to consume my weight in vodka, with a splash of a Tequila shot.

Needless to say, I had a small hangover on Sunday, with which my lovely roommate took me to get two brand spanking new tires.

And so goes the life ...