So, as you may know, I am in the middle of a pre-broadway tech at the moment, but one of my best friends is getting married today in Boston. So I begged, threatened and bartered my way into 24 hours off to get to this wedding.
The plan was to get a stupid early flight to Boston, go to the wedding, go to the reception and then head straight to the airport to catch a flight and make it to work by 8am on Sunday.
Well my flight is currently boarding and I am 30 miles away on the side of the road… Jeff (the jeep) is a dick.
I do not currently know what the issue is, I was driving and suddenly my engine ceased to be running… it turns over fine, electrically everything is fine… but it’s acting like I am out of gas. Just for the record I am most certainly not out of gas. Oh, also I am dressed for a wedding and can’t go poking around…
So, I did what any self respecting man would do. I swallowed my pride called and woke my father up to take me to the airport. I’ve been in communication with the airlines and As long as I can get to the airport in the next hour I am going to make it to Boston…
So, if you are driving between Bloomington and Indy this weekend and you see Jeff in time out on the side of the road, please give him the finger and move along. AAA and I (or maybe my father) will be collecting him soon.
