Today, we had an interesting hour and a half long lunch break. We ventured to West Village in hopes of stumbling upon a delicious mystery restaurant as we have started running out of ideas for places to eat. Our quest was immediately delayed by a young gent in need of assistance. The smarty-pants left his lights on for the night and asked us, of all people, for help. Clare was skeptical at first, but Travis immediately volunteered Clare's car to do the job. So, we unparked and pushed the cars noses together, attached the cables, and started the engine. Nothing. Started the engine again. Nothing. Started the engine yet again, revved engine. Nothing. We failed at politely assisting a young chap in need. Good dead of the day, FAIL. Also, someone took Clare's parking spot. Anger.
We resumed our quest for the hidden restaurant, but decided that there was nothing to our liking. Returning to the car, we came across a young custodian. Whilst walking past him he boldly asked if we were married. What?? Um...no. He then inquired if either of us, individually, were married. Um...no. Interesting...
We finally settled on a nice pizza place about 30 seconds from the church. Brian was sitting inside.
That's all for today. What have we learned? Travis and Clare look like the best candidates to ask for help if your car is broken down. Also, we're married. What?
