Bad Luck? Or well deserved?

3 days before my trip with my b/f to Ottawa and Toronto, despite having the truck tuned up 3 weeks prior, a recent discovery is made that the truck needs some new transmission fluid and there is problems with downshifting…(something like that)
So…my b/f blows $500 on his new truck…on his way back from picking it up from Midas, 2 blocks from my house…going straight through an intersection on a green light, some moron decides to make a last minute left hand turn. Not only is his timing bad, the conditions are bad as well. He gets caught in the snow and spins his tires. Time for my b/f, Rob to slow down? NONE. Tbone, 2 blocks from my house, on his way to pick me up to head to Toronto and Ottawa to see our families.
The good news? The 83 year old man who made the decision got charged.
The bad news? Insurance problems. Rob’s insurance broker forgot to switch him over to his other plan…stuck between plans, he’s officially got nothing. Thankfully, she’s at fault, and she ends up fixing the whole mess.
Still not sure if we’re going to keep the truck or not, if it’s a write-off, everyone is still telling him it’s going to be. But today, which is new years’, he put in a new seat.
Wonderful. Here I am…thinking how great! We’re going to have a good new years, everything will be just fine.

nope. There’s more.

Due to several different circumstances, we miss out on a little get together with my new friend Cindy. Not only are we late to get to her house, we couldn’t fucking find it! apparently number 57 doesn’t exist on the streest….
    So we head out to a lovely bar called the Hodder, we meet up with some friends of ours. Particularly Lance. Completely intoxicated ( as all should be on new yeras’) He picks up a pretty girl and spins her around. The girl decides to punch him in the face.

All I remember is seeing my friend Lance’s face all bloody because she hit him in the nose too hard. I remember trying to calm myself down. Trying to breathe…trying to keep everything together. I remember my b/f walking me backwards with his hands on my shoulders trying to keep me away from the girl.
    The girl, standing behind him, not sure what she waws saying, but something to make me angry. Let’s just say I was well aware that she was was there.

Doin’t know how I lost it but I did. All I remmber is lunging across the table,grabbing her by her hair and feeding her shots…her friend hitting me too…the girl threatingin to get "Trevor". Who the fuck is Trvoer and why the fuck do I care? He can kiss my fucking ass.

So I have a split lip and a gooseegg on my head…

My b/f is trying to sort shit out…we’re on our way to a party to meet up with some friends.

What happens? RIDE PROGRAM!! How many drinks has Rob had? 3? maybe 4? He doesn’t blow over, they say .8 is the limit. But what they don’t tell you is that .8 is the amount that puts you in jail and loses you yourd license. What they don’t tell you is that if you are between .5 and .8 you get a 12 hour suspension and they tow your fucking vehicle. Told me I was the only other fucking option…

Well guess what? I have a G1 license and my alcohol content hast o be ZERO!! So does the driver with me who has to have zero content as well. No way was I going to lie about that shit….

So here we are…cab ride home, truck towed, AGAIN for teh second time in a fucking WEEK! Back at my house…

I guess hopeing for a fun week was a little too much. I guess that maybe hoping from a little time from my job was a little bit ridiculous of me. But Guess what?!!!
NOW I GET TO GO BACK TO SEPARATING BARK FROM WOOD FOR EIGHTEEN FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR!!!