Outings with my girlfriends can sometimes be a hassle, and it's usually my fault. It's not that I'm picky about where we go when we want to go out for dinner, drinks, or a night of dancing... it's just that the place we decide on needs one thing: a parking lot/garage. Why? I can't parallel park. Luckily, parallel parking wasn't on my driver's ed test, otherwise, I would've failed a 2nd time (the 1st time was for running that red light). There have been times when I've made my girlfriends walk a few extra blocks in the middle of winter, wearing short dresses and stilettos, just so I could park in a lot. There have also been times when I've made my passengers switch seats with me so he or she could parallel park my car. Well, after all these years, it's about time that I take the wheel.
So, today, I decided to learn how to parallel park. After sending out a mass text to 10 of my closest and dearest friends, two volunteered to help me out. I'm not offended that my other friends weren't available tonight... heck, if I were them, I wouldn't want to get in a car with me while I was learning something new. One of my best friends, Risa, immediately called me upon receiving my text and volunteered her husband, Jason, for the task. After I got out of work, I drove to their house for my driving lesson. The pressure was on and all eyes were on me as Jason, Risa, Jason's mom, and Baby Sofia stood watch. While it's true that Jason gave me the world's biggest parking spot, I think I did an overall decent job: I hit the curb ever so slightly just a few times and only had to readjust three times. Thank you, Risa, for letting me borrow your husband... and thank you, Jason, for being so patient!
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