What One Girl Knows

Crazy weekend.

After our excursion to Flushing, we decided to take the van to the ever-exotic Target for dog food in bulk and chocolate drizzled pretzels. Melissa took the subway back for a family dinner, and J and I headed back to the car.

Which was dead.

And by dead, I mean it wouldn't even turn over. Not even a whine.

Jason tried to flag people down for a jump, unsuccessfully. We got ahold of the parking lot security, who said he wouldn't be available to jumpstart us until one of the cars on either side of us left.

We sat in the car for an hour, bitter and hungry and tired, before I realized we could just put the van in neutral.

Security man gave us a jump, and I drove straight to Sears Automotive for a new battery. Hopefully (fingers crossed), that's the only problem with the van.

Saturday we met Jonathan in the City for fish and chips, a quick jaunt to the automotive store for a steering wheel lock and gas cap lock, and then onward to bars, bars, bars.

Sunday was Nina's lovely Easter shindig, with the best vegetarian food ever.