My husband's best friend from college (we call him "Slash") was coming to Cincinnati for his birthday, and we were having this great big party for him. I was freaking out because all I had gotten him for his birthday was like a six pack of beer and some little trinkets. And Kyle (the hubs) kept telling me not to worry about it because Slash and I aren't besties or anything anyway. But for some reason it was just very important to me, and I only had twenty minutes until he was due to arrive.
So I was like "I'm just going to go down Colerain Avenue and find something else. Maybe I can get him wine or bourbon or something." But when I walked outside, it turned out I had parked my car on some thin ice, and as soon as I walked on it my car sank to the bottom of some pond.
I came back inside (miraculously dry) and said "Well, I can't take my car."
That's all I remember.
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