There goes the neighborhood

In lieu of Wedding Wednesday this week, I thought I'd share with you what Jon and I will fondly refer to as, "the worse night EVER" for the rest of our lives {slight exaggeration}. Ooo doesn't that sound lovely? 

See this? 

This is a boat...in our drive way...most likely in total violation of our Homeowners Association's rule book.

Jon drives an Audi sedan, I drive a Volvo mini-sedan. Do you think either of those zippie cars can haul this sucker? 

They can't.

So how did zis fine piece of marine machinery make it's way into our driveway? Don't ask.

But I'll tell you anyway.


Jon and I own a boat, a seaworthy beast that we have not been able to use since before Jon deployed. 

We have had some awesome times out on Lake Travis.

It's been parked in the same place at our old apartment complex for the past TWO YEARS, and no one has said boo about it.


When we moved to the new place, we asked Kyle and Kelly to keep an eye on it. We planned to sell it in the spring, when purchasing a boat seems more appealing to potential buyers.  K&K gave us an update just this Friday that the boat was still safely in place.


Right after work on Tuesday, I headed over to Kelly's for a homemade happy-hour since Kyle was working late and Jon is in San Antonio for training. Something inspired me to swing around the parking lot to check on my old moldy friend...GONE...GONE GONE GONE.


I ran up to Kelly's apartment and we frantically tried to find out what had happened to the boat. I called Jon and I was so jittery and scared that I could barely explain the situation. We proceeded to call every towing company in Round Rock to no avail. We finally found the towing company's phone number on the apartment gate...our prized possession was stranded in South Austin...45 minutes away.  


Jon immediately jumped in his car (post workout - sweaty - smelly) and headed this way without a plan. We tried calling every UHaul location in town to find a suitable towing vehicle. No dice. 


With zero options, Jon desperately calls his friend Brian in downtown Austin for suggestions. Luckily, and I DO MEAN LUCKILY,  Brian's-girlfriend's-roommate's truck is available and she was willing to share it with us for the night. Jon, Brian, and I meet at her apartment complex to do the car-swap. 


From there Jon and I head to 4412 Bryant Road.  When we arrive, we were greeted by a rusted tin shack (pretty sure it was a condemned residence) and some feral cats. Sound like horror movie? The real horror was when I called the towing company back only to learn that we were supposed to be at 4412 Brant Road...another 20 minutes south on the highway. Perf.


Upon arrival, we stand out in the cold for 25 minutes while they process our paperwork, and another 20 minutes when they realize our names do not match the trailer's registration...because they entered the license plate number incorrectly. 


$312.00. Towed for double-parking...???  


We finally arrive back in Georgetown at midnight (praying the whole way home that we wouldn't get stopped because of our broken tail-light). After a solid half hour of maneuvering the trailer to fit the boat into the garage, we find out it's totally impossible and take the truck back to it's owner.


Jon and I hoist ourselves into bed at a responsible 2 o'clock in the morning. Silver Lining: I got to have my hubby home for an extra night. However, it was painful to hear him get out of bed at 5:30 AM to head back to San Antonio.


Exhaustion. HOA please show us mercy while we figure out what to do with this hunk of fiberglass.


All My Love (not really, not today),
Jessica