Well, that was an interesting night

If plans had gone off without a hitch tonight, we'd be almost in Poplar Bluff right now. Blah.

Art Walk went pretty well, evidently. I missed most of it. I did get to witness the first sale made to somebody not related to me, which did actually reduce my stress quite a bit. I was a little worried that tonight might pass without any sales and then I'd be pretty upset. Luckily that wasn't the first of the crappy news for the night.

Probably we shouldn't have left the store, 'cause it kinda went downhill from there.

We stopped to get burgers, and the chick at Sonic put cheese on Kourt's burger. We were running a few minutes late, so we didn't turn around to get a new burger. We just swapped, which wasn't exactly a perfect solution.

Then, before I was even done with my burger, though, I noticed an odd noise from the car. Okay, yes, Kourtnie's bumper is held on mostly with various colors of duct tape. But this was a different noise, and it was accompanied by a scraping and some resistance on the front left tire. So we pulled over into the parking lot at the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame to see what was going on.

Well, long story short, we couldn't easily fix the flap of plastic which had disconnected from the taped-on bumper and was rubbing and flapping against the tire, so we ended up sitting in that parking lot for an hour and a half waiting for my parents to drive downtown, get my car, and then drive it out to me.

Of course, by the time they did all that, we'd decided to drive to PB in the morning instead of arriving two hours late tonight.

All in all a really great night.

Blah.

Thank goodness Amy sold a bunch of stuff at the store. Otherwise I'd be in a royally crappy mood.

This festival had better the hell be fun.