So basically everything that happened two nights ago: ditto.
Except it wasn't desert, it was dinner (and it was at Buddha's Belly, which was delish), and we actually made it (so that's some progress, I suppose). And instead of a random assortment of burn-outs, it was Ryan and his friend Jenny. It was on the way back to that place which shall remain unnamed. So it wasn't Vermont, it was Santa Monica.
And instead of someone asking me a question, I said, "Oh crap, not again." The tow truck came in a healthy twenty minutes.
Those Pep Stooges will pay.
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