The Mis-Adventures of Shaine, Terry, and Twinkie

I was at girl's night with Terry (name changed because that is how you know her) and Kevin's brother Twinkie (how he wishes to be known) last night, and around midnight decided it was time to go home. Pulled my keys out of my purse and realized my car key had somehow slipped off the key ring. Traced my steps with Terry and Twinkie and found my key in my car, sitting on the front passenger seat. We got a wire hanger and Twinkie tried to open it himself, and after awhile I figured we better just call AAA. By now it is 1:00 AM and, by the time AAA got there, got the car open, and I left, it was 1:30. What started as a standard night of "So You Think You Can Dance" turned into the Mis-Adventures of Shaine, Terry, and Twinkie. We were standing on the street, trying to open my car with a coat hanger, and talking and laughing. If people were awake, I'm sure they would have thought we were stoned, drunk, or something. It was an interesting night.

But I must give a shout-out to Terry and Twinkie, who helped me look for the key, tried to open it, and then waited with me in the cold, windy night until AAA arrived and I could be on my way. Thanks, guys. You are true friends.