F.W.

I like to think I know myself pretty well. And I know that despite my many other redeeming qualities, I unfortunately do not have a lot of common sense. I have "blond moments" all the time and I usually do not make the smartest on-the-spot decisions. I was surprised to find out this weekend that people actually exist who have less common sense than I do! I really did not think such a thing was possible.
On Friday night I went to Salt Lake with my best friend Lindsey, her roommate Megan, and her Megan's sister Nicole for a concert. Nicole, who just recently got married, drove us there. About a block from where we were to park we got hit by a young girl. She blatantly ran a red light and smashed right into the hood of Nicole's car. We pulled over and so did the other driver and the police were called. Megan and Nicole told Lindsey and I to go on ahead to the concert, because there was nothing we could really do, and that they would meet us there later.
Not needing to be told twice, we left and after about an hour they met us there, carrying the entire contents of Nicole's car with them. They had decided to have the car towed, so they emptied everything out just in case they never saw the car again. Nicole had called her husband Ty and he was going to meet us after the concert was over and take us home.
The concert was amazing and around 9:45 the band finished their last song. We started to meander our way outside and along the way we walked right past the amazing opening act. Lindsey was dying to get a picture and was about to get one when Nicole grabbed her purse and started pulling her toward the door. I had no choice but to follow, but I figured that this meant that Ty was here and she did not want to keep him waiting. When we got outside Megan took out her phone and texted Ty, only to find that he was still in Provo. No one had notified him of when the concert was to be over and he had not even left yet. What's more, he didn't think his car would make it to Salt Lake with the way the road conditions were (clean and dry, by the way), so he was going to stop at his parents' house in Lindon to exchange cars.
Lindsey and I followed Nicole and Megan , still walking as fast as they could, and we were completely confused. What were we in such a hurry for if he had not even left yet? After walking a few blocks we made it to the Gateway Mall, where we proceeded to sit in the hallway outside the bathroom (the only building still open at 10:00). Around 10:45 Ty called to say that he was about to get off the exit. Nicold said that was cue for us to go out in the Arctic again (even though he was still a good five minutes away still) and we hurried outside after her. Twenty minutes later Ty found us.
Cold and tired and really confused as to why we had to make a mad dash out of the concert for no reason, I finally got to go home.