12.17.10: Couples Only Night

Because Hannah and Noah ended up going back to Washington two days before they had originally planned, Greg and I were lucky enough to get their tickets to the Mo Tab Christmas Concert, featuring David Archuleta. I was super excited to see him look super bad singing with the choir as back up, and to hear the choir and the orchestra and the dancers (Greg and I went a few years ago and it was amazing). I was stoked.

But then our babysitter cancelled.

Luckily, Greg's sister was kind enough to fill in last minute and we were good to go again. Greg even came home early from work so we would be sure to be able to drive to Salt Lake, park, ride Tracks into downtown, and get seated before our seats were given away at 7.

After several outfit changes (Greg, not me), we were on our way. We got on the freeway, and boom. Ok, not really boom, but our car started shaking really bad. It's a good thing Greg was driving because I would've kept going. Greg threw the hazards on and we inched our way to the nearest pullout, which happened to be the next exit 6 miles away because of all the construction.

We pull off the exit and Greg gets out to inspect. The tire straight up fell off the rim. He goes to the trunk to get the necessary stuff to change the tire, but his loving and overly organized wife had so neatly put the wretch in his toolbox where it belonged back in the garage. Oops.

Luckily, we have really good insurance (USAA) so we called them for roadside assistance, but they wouldn't change the tire, because we have locking lug nuts (?), but they would tow us up to 12 miles. Lucky us again, we had pulled off the Wal-Mart exit and their tire center was open for another 2 hours.

So we waited. (That's us waiting for the tow truck)

And the tow truck actually came 15 minutes early, so we only ended up waiting 30 minutes or so. He loads us up, takes us to Wal-Mart, unloads us, and leaves. But then Wal-Mart couldn't change our tire either because they didn't have the right tool (seriously Wal-Mart?). So we called the insurance company again, and they re-sent the tow truck. This time we decided to just go home, which was well with-in the 12 mile radius and Greg would find the wretch and do it himself in the morning.

While we waited, we had a lovely meal of 20-piece chicken McNuggets at the Wal-Mart McDonald's. We even got all the sauces to be extra fancy. When we were ordering, I nearly ordered water (gotta watch those calories), but then I remembered where we were eating and just got a soda instead.

Here's Greg so excited for his McNuggets.
And me eating my first McNugget since high school; I was sick the rest of the night.
The same truck driver came back to get us after just barely getting home and saying hi to his wife. Oops. He took us home and we spent the rest of the night (it was only 8:15 by the time we got home) sleeping on the couch/looking at guns online.

And here's the kicker, I hadn't taken the wretch out, I had just very neatly and tightly packed it in with the jack. Oops.