The drive home was the real thrill ride.
>> Monday, May 25, 2009
Tricia is my BFF. We’ve been friends since Tricia first started to drink (legally). I on the other hand have already been drinking for ___ years .
Even though I moved away from
Tricia’s mother moved to Sebastian Florida which is only 2 hours north of me. So when Tricia decided to visit her mother, nothing, not even the cold I was getting, would stop me from crashing her visit.
Amanda and I drove up Friday night. Seeing Tricia, still as beautiful as always with her
We had dinner with her mother Jackie and step-dad Dick and the following morning off to Universal Studios it was. The girls had an amazing time and because of the weather conditions, the park was not as crowded as it could have been considering it was Memorial Day Weekend.
After the park, it was Hard-Rock Café because the 2000 calories we consumed in the park was just not enough.
The drive home was the real thrill ride. While we were driving south on 95 my Prius ran out of gas (only I could run out of gas in a Prius). We ended up on a ramp exit were not one gas station was in sight. We called 911 and they send a cute 12 year-old policeman. He drove Tricia to get gas and left me, a stray cat hanging around the car and the two sleeping beauties. The battery ran out and I could not roll the window back up. All I kept thinking was this cat-lion was going to jump in the window. Tricia and the baby cop came back with gas and off we were again. Carried Amanda and Brittany to bed and they never even knew about our predicament.
We left the following morning after Dick made us a home cooked breakfast and on the ride home Amanda did her usual…I miss
Tricia and I are already planning our next get-together….miss you Tricia!!!
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