Last night after hanging out at Tom & Tracey's house, I was driving home and talking on the phone to my friend Michelle. I was going south on the 15 and about when I got to the 52 my car's handy flat tire indicator light came on. Ugh. No thanks. So I got all paranoid, remembered something about part of my drive computer being messed up that I didn't feel like paying $300 to fix last year so maybe it was that? It didn't feel flat and I was only about two exits from Friars Road, where I needed to get off.

I made it to the exit and then I see that there are thousands of cars and people everywhere and the stadium is blazing with light. On a Wednesday night? I say to myself. What could be going on? Well, apparently it was the Mexico vs. Argentina soccer game. The same one that I think I got stuck in traffic for about 3 hours last year. So as I slowed down to the light I could totally feel the flat and didn't think I was going to make it the few blocks to my apartment, especially with all these people trying to leave the stadium. So I took the first turn off which took me up a huge hill - awesome for the car, by the way -- and I pulled into a dark neighborhood that I didn't even know existed. Sidenote - I am totally going to write our mayor Jerry Sanders a letter about how many of the street lamps don't work. Luckily because of the soccer game there were police EVERYWHERE. I have never seen that many police cars in one place. It was pretty crazy.

So I called AAA (thank goodness for them) and waited for the tow truck to come for my car. For those of you who don't know -- Mini's don't have spares because, well, there isn't room for it and they have "run flat" tires which you are supposed to be able to drive on for like 60 miles so you can get where you need to go to fix it. That is a load of bull. They totally don't work but of course they are way more expensive. They towed me to my apartment and I slowly eased Remus into the underground parking into my spot and went upstairs to sleep...finding dead bugs in various places along the way (it was my first time home since the fumigation). So I left Tom & Tracey's house at about 10:30 and didn't get home till 1am. Awesome...

This morning my savior friend Joel came over to help me figure everything out. I had to change my mind like 12 times on what would actually be done because I had the whole dilemma of not being able to drive my car anywhere to get the tire fixed. So we had to lift the car, take off the tire, then decide we didn't need to do that, then we did, then we didn't. Sigh. It was especially difficult because I guess my car has super high performance, big, kind of rare tires that not everyone carries and is crazy expensive. But I finally found one which I can't get until tomorrow morning so hopefully that will be resolved faster tomorrow morning since we know what we are doing.

So we finally figured it out and I made it to work -- thanks to St. Joel - the saint of auto mechanics and rides -- and now I feel like I am 15 because I have to get a ride everywhere. :)

Remus will be back in full shape tomorrow morning, I hope, but I think I am going to ground him for a while so he will realize what happens when he poops out on me.