It's All Relative

So going to Mile End for climbing tonight went relatively smoothly, with only a few bumps.

The first bump was that I couldn't find my driver and, apparently, my driver couldn't find me or anyone else. So as I was wandering around the general area in the dark, I saw a car drive by with the correct license plate number. The driver had sent me an email with his number, and my top talent in life is memorizing strings of letters and numbers -- so I knew it was him immediately. The problem was that the car was going away from me. I chased it. It got away. I called the cell phone number he had also given me -- no answer. Next thing you know, I see the car again going past me in the other direction. This time I run up to it when it gets to a stop sign and jump into the car, which is currently empty except for the driver. "Sorry I'm late I had a lecture until 6 and I couldn't find you but then I saw your license plate and I knew your license plate from your email and so I tried to call you but you didn't answer so but then you went by the other way and then I caught you and I only was able to find you because I recognized your license plate because it was in the email but I had the lecture until 6" and on like that for a while. He answers, "So you must be Nika." We eventually find the other 3, who had been waiting just across the street from the driver since 6PM promptly but hadn't known his license plate number and who didn't realize it. So they got the back seat. Suckers!

Other than that, things were mostly good. Except that at Mile End, my climbing pants unexpectedly had a hole in the butt. And the hole grew at a surprisingly fast rate throughout the night. So that was a bit of a problem. But whatever. Now Nick has a pair of pants to fix for me when he gets back.