Dinner was a success but the rides there and back were fraught with adventure. On the way there I got pulled over for turning from the wrong lane, because Wellesley's stop lights don't make sense, and on the way back we ran out of gas, which has never happened to me before. (Dean, if you're reading, I'm really sorry. I know its not good for the car.)
What's amazing is that I got out of both incidents way more easily than I should have. The cop who pulled me over just gave me a warning. Miraculously, we ran out of gas right in front of Allandale Farm, where my old boss happened to be home and happened to have gas. I felt like one lucky chicken.
The white whale just got a visit to the body shop. The guy who owns the place is a Cadillac man himself. Not only did he do a beautiful job, but he washed the car and cleaned the white walls on the tires. A-mazing. Thank you universe.
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