Backs to the Futures: Running Out of Gas

Last week I was in Albany, NY for the Duramed Futures Tour Championship and met some great people there.

I roomed with Ashley Prange - some of you know her from the Big Break. She is a great girl and we had a lot of fun. We played in a small pro-am on Monday and then headed to a welcome dinner for some of the sponsors. This is where I met some key people that make the tournament possible. It was a cocktail party, so we do get to have a little fun on the road after all!

Tuesday and Wednesday were normal practice days. I did some working out and shopping in between as well. Wednesday night was the official Meet the Pros party, and Ashley "made" me get all dolled up. I secretly love dressing up, doing the works with hair and make-up, as long as someone else is the one doing it! ;)

I could go more into detail of the random little things that happened, but really you had to be there to think it was funny.

On Friday night, we went to Lombardo's for dinner. It is the family owned restaurant of one of the guys that helps with the tournament. Nom nom nom, delicious! I had shrimp in a light lemon butter sauce with sun-dried tomatoes, proscuitto, and a side of penne with marinara. There may have been a few glasses of wine consumed as well, considering the day I was having.

I made the drive home to Baltimore on Sunday morning. It wasn't just any drive, though. My speedometer doesn't work, nor does my battery gauge, and now apparently my gas gauge is a little off. I was watching my gas gauge, and knew I needed to stop soon, plus I needed an energy drink so I pulled off the highway.

Well, I get about a half-mile from the gas station and my car completely stops in the middle of the road.

Great. What the hell just happened?

Some very nice Jersey man stopped and helped me get off of the road and made sure I was ok. I had no idea what was wrong, and never thought I could have run out of gas because my gauges did not say I was on E - no little light came on and I thought I had at least enough for another 50 miles. I was wrong. I ran out of gas. I am a complete idiot.

I thought this was much more humorous than my dad did... Oops! At least I can laugh about it.

I hope this makes someone's day a little better. After all, there are worse things that could have happened.