As I walked by the hotel bar, I was made designated driver by a bunch of people I didn’t know. Apparently, they had not heard about a certain run in with a certain locomotive.
My friend said I should try to see things in a more positive way. So here goes, my car did not break down and I’m not dying in the heat, I’m seductively sweating, waiting for my secret rendezvous with my new lover, the AAA guy.
I was told not to try and carry the tray of 50 champagne glasses full of champagne, I did it anyway. Things broken: zero! I turned to bask in my glory and tripped over a chair. Things broken: one little toe.