What an unexpected rainstorm.*

Reminiscent Wednesday! (Because you guys love living my glory days with me right?)
This is the story of my very first DVD player. Yes, I am old enough to have a story like this.

I was in college, in good ole' Rexburg, living at Normandy apartments. I had recently lost my car to an automobile accident (that might be a whole different story). I'm a bit foggy on the details but something tells me I was trying to get back at Tami for a lame surprise (Tami - if you remember feel free to correct me). I had told her that I had a surprise for her, more that a surprise person was coming. So she nervously hung out at my apartment waiting for our surprise guest, trying to guess who it might be. "Is it a boy or a girl?" I shrugged my shoulders (because I didn't know). Finally there was a knock at the door, I can only imagine the excitement Tami felt as I went to the door, swung it open, and there was the pizza dude. Yes - my surprise visitor was the pizza delivery person.

So we ate pizza and then we wanted to watch Shanghai Knights...my very first DVD...but there was one problem. No DVD player. I had bought the DVD because it was on sale and I figured eventually I needed to start changing over my movie collection to those, but I didn't think how you need a player to view them. Since my car was gone we got Sara to give us a ride to the Wal-Mart, I made my selection (the cheapest) and we went through the line. Sara (and I believe Cassie) were already in the car as we approached it. Sara, ever the prankster, decided that she would drive away a little bit. Tami and I, ever the ticked off type, started to walk towards our apartments. Sara drove out of the parking lot and onto the street, she stopped near us to give us a ride back but we refused, at this point our pride had really kicked in and there was no getting around it. Sara said, "Fine" and was gone. I kept telling myself, and I think also telling Tami that Sara would come back. There was no way that she would not come back and make us walk home all the way from The Wal-Mart.
...But folks, Sara didn't come back. We stayed on the main road for quite some time in case she decided to come back for us, but finally we went the back roads - less cars and it was probably quicker. Below is a map showing our travels:

A DVD box is no easy thing to carry, the thing is very awkward. I had to keep switching arms as one arm would fall asleep. Did I mention it was summertime too? So it was hot, I had an awkward bulk, and our friend

just

left

us.

We were almost home, we could see the funky brick of the back wall of Normandy Apartments. Our legs and arms were exhausted, we were thirsty and hot, and home never looked so good. We were almost home and with our eyes on our home we failed to see the sprinklers in the lawn pop up (sprinklers are indicated with blue dots on the map above). We had to act fast and run with our weary legs and arms to the safety of the other side of the lawn. We finally made it back to my apartment, exhausted, and we still had to hook up the DVD player.

But...I don't remember the details of the rest of the night. I know we kept giving Sara a hard time about it for the rest of the summer, but that is kind of where my memory cuts off. I must have suppressed them due to the trauma.