Municipal Pier No. 9

I had a fun evening planned tonight. Erin, Mike and I were headed to a bar to see a band. With the exception of In Theory shows, Erin & I haven't hung out in about... 6 years? Maybe more?

Anyway, on the way downtown, Mike's car was hit by some guys in an SUV. They hit the passenger side, sending us onto a median (narrowly missing a poor, defenseless sapling), across Del Ave, onto the sidewalk (narrowly missing a pole), directly in front of Municipal Pier No. 9.

No one was hurt, but we were all shaken up. Understandably.

It took the cops an hour to get there, and in that time FIVE tow trucks appeared, as if from thin air. The tow truck drivers all got out of their respective trucks and congregated on the sidewalk. They all seemed to know each other. We actually heard them talking about past accidents. Erin & I suspect that this is what they do on their slow nights.

While we waited for the cops, we stood in the drizzle, took bad cell phone pics, watched the tow truck parade, admired the view of the bridge & the river, chatted about random stuff, and debated going across the street to the Comfort Inn to see if they had complimentary food. Since Mike's car was undrivable and had to be towed, Mike's dad had to come get us and take us home.

Not quite the evening we had planned.

So now I'm home, and tired, and very hungry. Sleep first. Food will have to wait until tomorrow.