Brain failure

I decided it would be a good idea if I got some exercise. My buddy nIVEK and I played ball hockey before in a pick-up game last year, it was a lot of fun, but a few bad apples spoiled the bunch. Awhile ago he found a new group to play with and I went for the first time Wednesday night. It was a lot of fun. The game organizer (and ref!) is a fair guy who creates a good environment to play in. Well, he tries, there are still a few over zealous guys who think the Stanley Cup is on the line. (Guys it isn’t awarded at the end of the night… I swear!)

nIVEK lives about 30 minutes away. I usually take the backroads to his place. I’ve only been there a few times. Enough times to *think* I know where I’m going. Well after the game I was tired and really just wanted to get home I figured I remembered the way home. Well. I didn’t and I ended up a good distance from home in a fairly rural area. Oh. Did I mention my gas tank was on E? I’ve never run out of gas in this car (and at nearly 155,000km it has been everywhere…) but it was starting to look like it was going to happen. I was a little freaked. I was tired. I really had no idea where I was. No gas, no real clue where I could get gas. GAH! Oddly the maps I had ended before covering the area I was in as well. Fortunately the gas (or fumes) held up long enough for me to find a station. I willingly paid close to $.90 to fill ‘er up. I slept well that night.