A bad - then good - then bad again two weeks

Life's ups, life's downs. Have to be philosophical. Need to be; the guilty one is the perpendicular pronoun. I.

Birthdays for a two year old are surprisingly complicated. Everything. Hire a hall ($400 bond), meet with caterers, organize gifts for other children, make sure invitations reach the right people. All done and sorted by 6:25pm on Friday 23rd April.

At 6:30pm on Friday 23rd April, returning from work, I miss-judged a turn in the rain and dark on an unfamiliar road and crashed the car into a pole. Two people got out and checked all was ok and called Deepti for me. Chain reaction of calls; nervousness, standing in the pouring rain, dealing with a tow truck driver, and then the indignity of the police showing up and breathalysing on the street.

At 11pm, trying to defrazzle at home, I started to look for the swipe card for the (Saturday afternoon $400 bond) hall. It was of course, securely stored in the glovebox of a securely towed crashed volvo now locked up in a tow-yard in South Melbourne. A door got kicked.

Getting to your two year old's party in a borrowed car with a $400 swipe card, priceless.