Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wow...

Sometimes... we're idiots. And sometimes, I hate the fact that I don't bring my camera places, so that I can picturate the pure awesomeness that is having an adventure at 1 am.

Buuuut
I still have the awesome story. Bear with me here folks, it's a doozy. :)

It all started on a rainy Saturday night (insert flashback waves and dreamy music)...

We were sitting in Erika's car on the way home from the Queen Creek dance. Me, Erika, Heidi, and Alexa Dyan. Cause we're cool like that. And we had just turned from Pecos onto Mountain, when "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz came on. Being American, we just HAD to dance and sing along. So we did.

While we joyously sang of innocent love, we were approaching what we thought to be a puddle. Yeah... It wasn't a puddle. About 10 feet in, the water splashed over us so much that it covered the windshield and got into the cracks of our windows. Which is about the time when Erika said "Guys... the car stopped." We looked out the windows. Water came up over almost the whole wheel. No bueno.

So... we said a prayer. A fervent prayer from the heart, because in all honestly, we really, really needed it. Then, we saw that there was another car just in front of the wash were stuck in, so we started yelling for help. It turned out to be Skyler, Aaron, Thomas, and Daniel. Thank heavens. :)

We climbed out the windows, and waded through the thigh-deep water to the front of the car, which we pushed out of the wash with Aaron's help and Alexa steering. By that point, it was about 11:45ish. Once we got the car out of the water, we looked inside. Completely waterlogged and flooded in the driver's seat. Crap. So we called my dad and he was gonna come pick us up.

So we waited and tried to stop other cars from making our same mistakes. Then, another car came towards us, and we started flagging it down to tell it to turn around. Turns out it was the fuzz. Oops. Apparently Daniel's mom called 911, and they decided to come out here. And BOY were they mad. After about 10 minutes of lecturing, their buddies in the ambulance decided to show up to. The our amigos from the Sheriff's office. And hey, why not through a big fire department truck in there too for good measure? Yeah. Not fun.

So my dad finally came and bailed us out of the situation, but not before we got a stern talking to from the police. And finally, at 12:30, we were allowed to leave. Halle-freaking-lujah.

So there's my story. If you even got this far. If so, you get a gold star. Win. :)

Alright, I'm out. Later gaters! :)

P.S. I just spellchecked, and apparently the idiots at Google think 'picturate' isn't a word. Losers.

2 comments:

Jadyn said...

That's so scary! I'm glad you're ok!

Samantha said...

Wow... talk about scary.....and a little bit funnny.....but mostly scary! :D