Ok, WOWWWWWW what a day. Story time.
10:30 PM, wondering wtf is going to go on, trying to text various people for rides, waiting around on Smashboards for people to sign on and read my stuff, waiting for people to reply to my texts. Nothing much comes up, I wasn't notified until like 6:30 in the morning that Springfield's car was for sure going to be filled, which I kind of expected so Anthony and I started devising a new plan.
1 AM rolls around, Anthony suggests a train and we find a one way train from Springfield to STL for just $17 a piece, and it's 20 minutes away from the venue and Lucas agreed to come pick us up because him and Nude are 1337. Another thing, it would've been my first ever train ride...
Around 4:30 AM'ish is when all plans were completely planned out and I had a for sure plan set out for us to follow by 6 AM. I make sure with Anthony that he has all the necessary directions to and for all these places, and then by that time it's like 5.
Decide to sleep a lil till 6 and then got up and got completely ready, super hyped that a plan was clutched at the last minute, which seems to always happen to me and needs to ****ing stop. I'm being serious guys, I'm not dealing with this **** again and if you want to see how it feels like then I'll gladly leave all the planning to get us all to the next tourney up to you. I'm extremely lucky I didn't take Brett's advice and just drive to STL because I would be in the deepest of **** right now because I called it, Murphy's ****ing Law. I'm not going to lie to the people that just covered a large portion of what I owed for my car.
Anyways, I go and pick up Anthony, la di da, and omg, Anthony's sillyness or whatever you want to call it just made me lose my mind and laugh hysterically the whole entire ride. I had to take the directions from him when we were going by paper directions because he told me a wrong turn, we went on I-74 West I believe instead of I-74 East at the beginning and etc etc lol xD Good times, laughed a lot.
Around...eh...8:30ish? We're just cruisin' down the highway, and I popped a joke and told Anthony the tire was popped and he was like oh **** and then maybe 10 minutes later it seriously popped. Drive off to the side of the road, and notice that it's true. Golf ball sized hole popped in the front. I'm so glad Anthony knew a little bit of how to change a tire, and the rest we just used....Melee fuel...to remove the tire. Oh yeah, put the jack in the wrong place at first and punched a hole in the bottom of the paint right below the door, but it's not visible and won't effect anything so I don't care. Turns out though, on the other side of the tire, it is completely ****ing owned. I swear the whole tire just had a hole around it. Removed it, threw it in the back, and tried out the spare.
Got the spare installed, screwed everything back in and we started going ****ing ape **** thinking we were going to make it after all. Drive back onto the highway, and almost instantly my car's alignment is messed up and my steering wheel is turning hard right. Park on the side of the road again, the tire is flat T_T. So whatever, we turn on our caution lights and go 20 down a 65, there's a gas station at the exit so we could possibly air up the spare if that was the problem. Cop pulls up behind us and pretty much pulls us over and we explain the situation, and he takes my ID and we just slowly drive to the gas station.
Turns out, the air pump there wasn't a high enough pressure to get the tire back over the rim or whatever the **** they meant by that. We scurry around EVERYWHERE at the gas station trying to find solutions, and around 9:30 Anthony thinks of calling a taxi and leaving my car at the gas station. Taxi dude says give me your number and we'll call you back...too bad because we needed to be at the station BY 10:05 and it was at least 15 more minutes of driving to get there, let alone waiting for the taxi to get to the Amtrak station!!! The gas station has some truck tire business thing going, and the dude working there is cool and let's us use an air pump that has more pressure so hopefully it'll do that over the rim thingy majig, but to no avail. Someone else had a blown out tire, and they tried helping by rigging this rope thing to squeeze the tire down and then adding air, but that didn't work. Then, the dude brings out this thing that shoots out 120 lbs of air, and the plan is to start airing up the tire and then shoot the tire with air so it will go back over the rim. Without any bit of warning, the asshat blows that **** thing into the tire and all kinds of **** flies into my face and hell, the air pump flew off the tire because I was clearly devastated and lost my grip of it.
With all options exhausted, there was nothing to do but park, and call the parents up to good ol' ****ing Williamsville while we wait there for an hour T_T Well, we found heaven in hell via the Huddle House, which is a breakfast place right next to the gas station. I was sketchy at first, but I was so hungry so I didn't give a ****. I asked Anthony what he thinks they sell there before we went in and he said, "Obviously huddles"........why did you guys leave me with this kid xD <3. Anyways, had a nice breakfast there, and by the time that was all done, my parents arrived. Went to the stupid Wal-Mart there, got a stupid tire, drove back to the stupid gas station, removed the stupid flat spare tire, put on the new tire, and drove back to Anthony's house and Smashed and then Rashad came and we just had a grand time.
Seriously, I don't even know what to think right now. I'm so flabbergasted that this even happened.
PS: I'm bored of playing Sheik, I'm too predictable with her. I'm playing Falcon again and probably am going to pick up a spacy/floatie for SnG's
