Got home today and decided to make up a diagram of Friday's accident. Realized what I thought all along: in order for me to have the type of impact and damage that I do, the cunt driver had to have been pulled out halfway and not been looking to see that I was already 3/4 the way into the road. I would have been hit in the front had I not have been out that far. I wouldn't have spun around the way I did either; I'd have been sent spinning 180* counter clockwise.
My dad's friend just stopped by and determined that most of the damage is cosmetic and my passenger side rear tire is only thrown off alignment by 1/16th. My car is still driveable but it's the other woman's fault.
You guys missed a very drunk Sally last night. She was all pretty and silly too as she lost card games. I went bowling again and then went back to my brother and sister in laws house to make mudslides at 1am.
Those of you who were at Frucon (Norg, Ellen, remember?) that last night got to see me drunk for what was the first time in my life. Last night made three.
Mudslides düde. They are now my favorite real alcoholic drink. Wine coolers remain my favorite that won't have me drunk by the time I'm finished with my second mug. We put ice cream in them so that they'd be extra fluffy.
