I Shoulda Gone to Vegas

So, Marley headed down to Las Vegas this weekend to go to a friend's farewell. The rest of the people in our ward from Vegas decided to go down as well and they had extra seats in their car, so they invited Sarah and me along. Like the imbecile that I am, I rejected the offer. I needed to go to a Book of Mormon symposium so I could get extra credit in that class to make up for that truly awful last test score and I had promised Katrina (who had in turn promised Kallie) that I would go to the Paparazzi Jewelry party on Saturday. Nice as Sarah was, she decided to make the trip to West Valley with me rather than go wild in Vegas.
The trip up there was altogether unpleasant. We only got lost about a half dozen times, mostly because there are too many highways and elementary schools in Utah. I mean, seriously, what kind of neighborhood needs two elementary schools on the same street? Utah does, I suppose. Aunt Nichole told me that over 50% of her ward is primary kids. That's what I call crasy.
Anyways, Sarah and I left at about a quarter after 10 and got to Katrina's mom's house at about noon. We visited with Rob and Kamden and Kallie and Katrina and bought me a coin purse and some bracelets and entered our names in a drawing and left at 1ish. We then decided to go and visit Rich and Nichole since we were already up there and we hadn't seem them even though they said they might come to the party.
On the way over, we got some Burger King and everything was all fine and good. We got to their neighborhood, weren't too horribly lost, but then had trouble finding their street. Come to find it was because we skipped a street in the directions, so I flipped a U-y and... we passed the street again. So I started a three point turn and as I was reversing, a car came down the road toward us and stopped to wait for me. I hurriedly switched gears and accelerated (not checking my blindspot as I admit I should have done) so I could get out of their way only to crash into the side of their car because the driver had decided that she could make it past me before I leveled out. It was a sad day for baby truck. It no longer has a front right blinker.















To make a long story short, we waited for a long time for the police and then waited even longer for the report to get filled out, visited Rich's family, drove home in mostly silence because by then I had finally slipped into a bad mood because of my frustration, and finally arrived home at about 5:30, completely exhausted. I called the insurance company and an adjuster is supposed to call me on Monday at which time I'll find out whose fault the accident was. It was not a fun day for me.
I shoulda gone to Vegas.