I drove to my friend’s wedding by myself and just barely made it for the last few minutes of the ceremony.
I had trouble starting the car (a Smart I hadn’t driven before), and getting out of the multi-story car park (the access card got stuck). This was a scream because a rock festival was going on nearby and a couple of tough looking and very drunk guys tried to help me – I must have looked the damsel in distress in my flowery dress and high heels.
Then I got horribly lost trying to find the tiny town. Oh, and I ran into a post while turning the car. The way back wasn’t much better but I should be thankful no one was hurt.
Next time I will plan things better and bring a navigator.


