A few nights ago, Thursday to be exact, I was feeling like having a margarita. What better place than a Mexican restaurant? JK, being the fabulous, loving, wanting-to-make-me-happy kind of guy, took me for just the thing. I went ahead and ordered a margarita, and then another. I’m not a drinker. I drink once every six or seven months, so of course, they went right to my head. Whoo!
As we were leaving, I remember thinking to myself It’s been a while since I’ve been tipsy. This is kind of nice. (Anything after this very point in the evening, I am not taking responsibility for. It was all the tequila.) As I mentioned in a previous post, JK had his car stolen not too long ago, so he’s now driving a brand new car, that I’m not familiar with yet. On any given day, sober or not, I would walk right past it not knowing which car it was.
As we’re approaching the car, JK pushed the unlock button. I walk up to the passenger door, think to myself, these handles look different, but figured I just wasn’t used to the car yet so maybe I was wrong, and opened up the door. Once the door was opened, this is the conversation that took place:
Me: “Where did all this stuff come from?”
JK: “What stuff?” as he’s opening up the driver door.
THREE SECOND PAUSE
JK: “Oh shit! This isn’t my car!!”
We both closed the doors as quickly as we could, and looked around to make sure nobody saw us. His car was 2 spots over. We couldn’t stop laughing. On the way home, JK called three people just so they could laugh AT us, not with us.
Worst part? It wasn’t even the same kind of car!