So Sunday was Will's 17th birthday party. The initial 'party' was at our house, with much food served and people having a good time, etc etc. Mom made a TON of food:
But anyway. On to this adventure.
After the party several of us went out to a friend's house to shoot off fireworks. Said fireworks were fabulous--there were some big ones along with normal bottle rockets--but watching Will and his friends jump around and squealing in reaction to the rockets was more entertaining than the actual fireworks. XD
In short time we used up all the fireworks, and it was time to head home. We had taken two different vehicles, so Will and a friend rode in his car, and I rode with Zach.
About two miles into our journey, and a quarter of a mile before the 4-lane highway, Will got a flat. Okay, no problem, he'd just jack it up and change the tire. We didn't have a flashlight, so I was given the job of holding an iPod-Touch and my phone up for light. That should have been our first clue that things weren't quite right.
Our second clue was when the car fell off the jack when Will was trying to loosen the lug-nuts. Said jack broke, and there was much dismay. Fortunately Zach had an extra jack, and the car was put up again and the tire was changed.
As Will was letting the car down, we noticed that there was something not...right about the new tire. Turns out it was flat, too.
(At this point there was much in the way of moaning and groaning over our fate. But wait, it gets better.)
The donut was hauled out of the trunk, and it was discovered that it had no air. THEN we tried putting Zach's donut on the car, and the bolts were ever so slightly off--enough so that it wouldn't fit.
The moaning and groaning increased.
At this point we were pretty desperate to get out of there, so we decided to drive back to town in Zach's car, fill the donut with air, and come back to put it back on. Unfortunately the lights had been on for quite some time, and his car had a dead battery.
The moaning and groaning increased to ear-shattering levels, and I started keeping an eye out for serial killers and/or aliens in the neighboring corn fields.
A very, very long story short: Will called a friend of his to give us a jump, and after said jump we were able to continue with our plans of filling the donut and going back to replace the tire. (We also bought food and energy drinks at the gas station while filling the donut. The energy drinks were a mistake--I thought they were just fruit juice--so at midnight I was starting to get spazzy.)
While Will was on the ground (pictured below) putting the tire back on, a cop decided to stop and see what the heck we were doing. (Considering it was 12:30 at night by this time, I'm sure he thought we were out drinking or something.)
Although if this is how Will's birthday went, I can't wait to see what happens on mine...let the insanity continue!!