Cranky. Old. Man?

So, this was a bad weekend that turned good. First off, I had a really crappy week at work, compounded by feeling hormonal. But that was going to be ok, because I was going to seventhe's place, to have a party. Long drive for me (which I was hitching a ride with ladyfriend for part of it, so it would be less long), but worth it to see people.

( That's when the front passenger wheel fell off my car. )

But thankfully ladyfriend is a motherfucking dragon and drove out to near where the wheel fell off my car to get me to the party. My parents helped too. Was more jarring than anything (aren't wheels SUPPOSED TO STAY ON CARS?) and aside from having to wait around for two hours in a slightly skeevy area (protip: guys? if the lady in the car that has the caution lights on WAVES YOU AWAY AND GIVES YOU THE OK SIGN OR A THUMBS UP it probably means she doesn't need you to come over and mansplain to her that the lugnuts failed on her wheel. it's kind of obvious, considering the wheel is kind of not on the car).

( Then we had some fun )

And watched Avatar: The Last Airbender (I approve), ate a lot of cheese, and got the cops called on us because we were listening to Ceiling Cake.

So good times!