baby, what's in that satchel?

today started out ordinarily enough, except for the fact that even though it was extremely bright and sunny out, it was ridiculously freezeyourbollocksoff (if you had any) cold.

anyway after lecturebreaklecturebreak we were meant to go to a site visit at nida at 2pm, so like good punctual students we left uni at about 1.20pm and a friend said she'd drive us so we all hopped into the car. THEN someplace in surry hills or something, we stop at a traffic light and the car just dies. in the right lane. of a busy 2-lane road.

to the credit of all 4 girls in the car (myself included), there was no screaming or panicking, just mild confusion as to what just happened. turns out she'd run out of petrol literally one street away from a petrol station.

so 3 of us had to hop out of the car and push it into a side road which was comedy in itself because the road was on a slight slope and we were struggling a fair bit, then run off to buy a can of petrol from BP which took bloody forever because we didn't even know what the can was meant to look like, then spent even more time looking for a funnel because we didn't realize that the funnel was built into the can, then ran back to the car and wished there was a better funnel because it seemed like more petrol was ending up on the side of the car rather than inside the car, then drove to the petrol station to fill up the tank properly, then drove to nida where the ticket machine rejected all our coins, made a billion beeping noises, reset itself and spat money out at us. jackpot! by the time the frazzled four made it into nida, it was about 15 minutes into the tour and we weren't allowed to go into the workshops unsupervised until some kindly classmate came to retrieve us. and then by 3pm it was all over!

i doubt our car-driving friend reads this blog but if she does, she really doesn't have to feel bad about anything!

it was quite an adventure.