a story too tragic not to tell

nick and i were supposed to meet my family up provo canyon friday night to go camping over the weekend.
nick, being the sweetie that he is, left me the car in salt lake and took TRAX home. {to save gas}
8 o'clock rolls around, and i leave.
i reach inside my bag to grab the keys to the car-- and they're not there.
what?
dangit.
i must have left them inside.
so i go back into the office, and i can't find them anywhere.
i call nick.
"please don't tell me you have the keys."
"what.......OH CRAP."
well, he did.
he did have those dang keys, and i was stuck at work.
well, he hopped on a bus and showed up around 9:15,
where we drove the half hour home,
and were ready to leave around 10.
i wasn't about to drive all the way to provo to try and find this campsite in the dark.
forget it.
so we ended up just going on saturday morning.
awesome, right?