After leaving M.'s parents place in Brandywine this evening to head to my family's Thanksgiving, I notice the oil light is on, and the temp. gauge is rising fast. I figure it's the coolant thing from yesterday, but after pulling over to the side of the road to put more in, I notice the hood is smoking or steaming. Crap. And yep, there's oil dripping from under the car. Frantic cell calls are made, and M.'s dad heads out to pick up the three of us. His guesstimate is that it's either a blown gasket, the water pump, or the bearing.
I don't really have the money to fix any of those, but that's another story.
So, more frantic calls. AAA is coming for the car, my dad's driving down to get us, M.'s mom and brother are car-sitting.
The good news is, I wasn't working until Tuesday anyways. The bad news is, I had plans tonight, and plans this weekend, and oh, I didn't have hundreds or thousands of dollars lying around to throw away into the car.
Many thanks to M.'s parents for taking care of the car towing on the far end, and many thanks to my parents for getting us to my family's Thanksgiving and then back to Silver Spring afterwards.
Oh, and my family's Thanksgiving was actually good times. Hectic, but fun.
So, uh, anyone want to come hang out at our place tomorrow night? Heh.