Funny Story

This is a story, that you probably already know. And I say that because my only readers are those who are related to me, and I've probably already called you to tell you this story. Regardless, I will write a post on it because this story deserves to live on in eternity via the internet.

It was the last night Leah and I had together before she flew back home from Indy to Cali. (that's for you Megan :) ) We decided that in order to make it special, we'd visit this restaurant we'd seen a few days earlier while walking around downtown called Barcelona Tapas. Leah is a big fan of all things Spanish, and the place looked really cute when we saw it. So, we headed downtown to have ourselves some tapas. Now, when we actually got downtown, we realized we couldn't remember exactly where the restaurant was located, but since Indy's downtown is pretty easy to walk around, we decided we'd park and just find it on foot.

Now, after we parked the car and got out and walked to the next street we realized that neither of us had paid attention to which street we actually parked on. And this was our first fatal mistake of the night. We both thought we were close enough to the center circle, that it'd be no problem finding it. So we moved on in search of our restaurant. We walked and walked, for about 30 minutes before we decided it might be worth it to actually ask someone for directions. When we finally did, we got to the restaurant in about another ten minutes.

The restaurant was glorious. If you ever visit Indy, it is a place you should definitely check out. It is small, quaint, and serves delicious food. Leah and I sat outside on the patio under the colored lights and enjoyed watching the people as they passed by. We ate tres leches which was absolutely divine, seriously if you've never had it, go get yourself some! Anyway, after a thoroughly satisfying experience at Barcelona's, we were ready to call it a night. And thus began our hunt for the car.

We walked back to the circle, which as I said is at the center of town, and figured from there we would have no problems finding my car. We were wrong. Up and down the streets we walked, but no car. We went down side streets, walked in circles, tried retracing our steps, and could not find that car! We were so confused, because we kept saying things like, "hey, we saw that Qdoba! remember?" But then realized we weren't sure when we saw the Qdoba, before we got to the restaurant, or at some point when we were looping around, lost? Strange men were saying strange things to us (by now it was after midnight), my feet were really hurting because I was not wearing appropriate footwear, and both of us, though we did not admit it at the time, were freaked out of our minds. I was contemplating calling the police, so at that point we began praying that God would intervene and lead us to the car, and finally He answered our prayers! We were so excited, we started sprinting like idiots to the car, never so happy to see it!

We got in, feeling so relieved and a little bit dumb for putting ourselves through all of this by not just looking at the street sign in the beginning! I put the key in the ignition and began driving, when all of the sudden, I saw it. I had no choice but to laugh hysterically for now I was no longer just a little bit dumb, but a complete and utter moron. Leah looked at what was making me laugh so hard, and she saw it and joined in. I don't think I've ever laughed this hard in my life, tears were streaming down my face and my abs were sore because it was so uncontrollable. About 100 yards in front of the car, if that, was the restaurant. Barcelona's Tapas. Our car, was parked right by it! FACING IT!!! We even ate outside!!! We wanted to believe that somehow there were two Barcelona's Tapas restaurants within half a mile of each other. We wanted to believe that someone had played a cruel joke on us, but we knew the truth. This was the best way we could've spent our last night together, I am convinced!