How much I would love to say more about Jennifer, but I don't want to jinx it, and I sort of have a rule about talking about people in my journal before they are aware that it exists. There's not a whole lot to tell, anyways, except that I like her and I'm looking forward to getting to know her better.
But a date with a special girl was not the most exciting (or terrifying) event of my evening. Okay, you're not going to believe this part. Are you ready for this?
I was driving home from the movies and I called Niki on my cell to, y'know, gossip. I was taking the 50 connector to I-5 south, and it's a really big ramp with a 40 MPH curve on it. I drive down that ramp practically every day, so I usually just zip around that curve without a thought. So, I'm crusing along at about seventy, chatting away with Niki and I go to press the brakes as I approach the curve and the brake pedal drops all the way to the floor.
So, I'm all, "Yeah, Niki, I thought tonight was OH MY GOD!" and I immediately dropped the phone and grabbed the handbrake on reflex. I managed to regain control of the car easily, and I cruised down the ramp on to I-5 at a leisurely forty miles per hour. After a few moments I was able to comprehend what was going on, and I picked up the phone to tell Niki what happened and assure her that I was okay. She thought I had died.
I drove along in the slow lane figuring I could use my handbrake to get the car safely home. But then the car started to sound really angry, making all kinds of noise around the front left wheel. So I limped along to the next exit and found a place to park. I was still shaking like a leaf.
I summoned Niki, and she was kind enough to get me the rest of the way home. I'm still slightly shaken up. I think I'll be ready to sleep again by Monday or Tuesday.