Just me and my taser

So last night at midnght I'm sitting in the Yukon at the corner of Wire Road and Givhans Ferry with my lights off, no cell service, my taser in one hand and a statistics textbook in the other thinking, "What events unfolded in my life that got me to this place at this moment?" I wasn't truly scared...until I looked at my gas gauge and saw that if I didn't soon turn off the engine I wouldn't make it anywhere without walking. I was exactly twenty minutes from St. George and twenty minutes from Summerville, waiting at that desolate intersection for Trey to come pick up his wife's text book. Which, of course, she needed for class at 7 in the morning. Not to mention the fact that NO ONE knew where I was because I was supposed to be in bed, sleeping soundly in between Joey and Ladybug.

Grrrrrr...

So basically I drove to Reevesville at 4pm, then drove back home when practice was over at 10:30, picked up the book, saw Caleb's new cell phone, and drove back to meet Trey at midnight, waited for twenty minutes, drove on to Reevesville, dropped the book off at his house, found a gas station (on another desolate corner with my faithful taser in my pocket), passed Trey trying to find me, then drove back home.

Thankfully I had good ol' Perry. I listened to four Perry Noble sermons last night during my midnight escapade. He's the only thing that kept me awake! But does anyone else find themselves in a ridiculous situation and take a second to wonder, "How did I get here?" That happens to me a lot.

So the best part of the night was Trey trying to explain to me why he didn't make it to our meeting spot. He was on duty last night and was answering a call to an old lady's house where apparently a man danced naked in front of her window flailing his arms and legs screaming, "Booga booga booga." Like any decent old lady, she called the police. Trey came to the rescue and was subjected to a detailed account of her life story while he looked sadly at his cell phone each time I tried to call. Best moment, hands down, was Trey Wade, on the side of Main St. in St. George impersonating the booga-booga man dance in front of my car...fully clothed, of course.

The only thing to top that off was as Trey headed back to his car and I began to roll up my window and who passes us by with a whistle and a wave? At 12:30? On Main Street? After whining all night to Selena about how late it was and weren't we done with practice yet and couldn't he go home? Chad Crosby. I wonder where he was coming from?


The whole night left me wondering, "Freakin St. George. What events in my life led me to that place?"