Car drama...again.

So I'm currently sitting in the waiting room of a Chevy dealer, waiting for my car to be fixed. What happened, you ask? Excellent question! Let me tell you...

This past Saturday was Kasia's big party at her house. She invited a lot of her co-workers and some other friends from church over, in hopes that when the two worlds collide, there could be some interest in her co-workers making friends with and hanging out socially with the Christians after the party was over. I was one of the lucky few who got an invite to the party, and I was really looking forward to it. I got to pick up Tareg (Kasia's work-spouse) from the Metro...I had heard a lot about him and was looking forward to see if he was as charming as Kasia painted him to be. Sure enough, I could see why he's popular with the ladies: Tall, dark and handsome, British accent, smart, genuine...he definitely seemed like a really cool dude.

Throughout the night, there was food, dancing (Kasia's friend Caroline, the Zumba teacher, gave some Salsa, Bachatta and Meringue lessons, as well as a quick Zumba lesson), pool and a game of Apples to Apples. I got Tareg's contact info, and we will be meeting up sometime in the future (with Kasia and Kiki, more than likely) to spend some time at Busboys and Poets (this place brings EVERYONE together!). It will be great!

So after such a rousing evening, I go to leave and my car won't start. It cranks, and cranks...eventually it barely does that. It definitely doesn't start. Crap...

This morning I got to do something I haven't done in a while...take the bus! Vince dropped me off at the Metro station, I took that to Wheaton, took the bus to Four Corners and walked to Kasia's house, after spending a couple hours at Starbucks reading my bible and sleeping (two of the best things EVER, especially at the crack of dawn). I got my car towed to the dealer and it's been here ever since. While I waited, my dad came and picked me up. We ran an errand to the DMV, got lunch at TGI Fridays and had some good father/son time. So far, a good day. Now hopefully I won't walk out of here with one less arm and leg after they charge me.