shooting stars and satellites

So this whole weekend (being Saturday and this morning) has been one giant driving... I'll use the word extravaganza. Driving Extravaganza. Perfect.

Yesterday, I didn't get up til maybe noon or one. Didn't get dressed til 5. And at 6 Roman and I decided we'd do something to waste time until we had to be at Mile's at 8. So we drove around, trying to think of something to do. We called Tyler to see what he was up to, then we decided we'd go to his house. Well apparently he lives on the other side of the world... practically. PLUS he doesn't know how to give directions, which is fine I guess because we don't know how to follow them. Well it took us a whole hour to get there. We kept getting lost and cell phones kept dying and it was horrible. We ended up having to wait for Tyler to come get us and show us how to get there. And then when we got to his hizzouse we played with horses and marshmallows and blankets. We got to Mile's house more than an hour later than we were supposed to, but I think it was alright.

By the time the three of us went out and got food and were back (11) Mile's dad was a little.. 'tipsy' and decided he'd give us money and have us wash the car and the van. Roman Mile and I got in the car and got a few blocks away and then BAM chinese fire drill. I got to drive! So I don't have my liscense, and I don't know how to do anything, and have only driven twice before for maybe 3 minutes each. It's safe to say that Roman was freaking out, while Mile was just laughing, and they thought it was hilarious that I took myself so seriously when I was swerving, running stop signs, and hitting mailboxes all over the place. Every time a car passed me I'd bite my bottom lip, thinking somehow that would hide the fact that I was only 15 and a horrible driver, or maybe I just did it so I wouldn't laugh and crash. So anyway, washing a car takes about 5 minutes.. but Washing car+ Carly's joy ride+ washing van+Carly's 2nd joy ride+ Mile's "driving"(she's worse than me)= 2 hours.

When we woke up this morning we decided to go to IHOP. Roman didn't know how to get there, even though she drove over that way a few days ago with me. So Mile gave her directions and somehow we ended up on the interstate going the wrong way. Roman was about to lose control I think, but we figured it out eventually. I sort of think Mile tried to get us lost.. because while it's not exactly fun, it's pretty entertaining to watch Roman panic (mwaha).

In other words, I wouldn't be surprised if, after this weekend, Roman never wanted to be in a vehicle with me ever again.