It's Thursday night. Kenny and Razi are on their way from CA to go to Jenna Bears with us. ETA is around 12 AM to 1 AM. Shortly after midnight, Greg's phone rings. After some serious-sounding discussion he tells me that Kenny is broke down on the side of the road and he has to go get him. Now, at this point, one would think that I would question why in the hell there would be something wrong with Kenny's car when it is fairly new and very well taken care of. However, i am in the midst of trying to complete 5 homework assignments in 24 hours so, I am not really in analysis mode. Fast forward to 4:30-5 AM. I had finished the third assignment and decide to sit down in the chair for a few minutes "just to rest my eyes". Next thing I know, Greg is shaking my arm and saying, "We're here." The guys walk in behind him, I give them hugs, and start to ask what the hell happened. Greg says, "Come here, I need you to help me with something." Confused, I follow him outside and the first thing I see is Kenny's car parked in front of the house, NOT on a trailer. Confused, I walk around the side of the house and there sat the Frontier pulling the trailer with the 620 on it. Lots of, "Oh My God, are you kidding me (s)", hugs, kisses, and dis-beliefs later, I walk up to her. I am so shocked / sleep deprived / excited, I don't know exactly what to do or say. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. She was the last thing on (my) list of all-things-Datsun-to-own. We had been talking about one for a while and what we would do with it. He even showed me pictures of this one and I remember saying to him, "...One day...." I guess there's no day like today, huh?
Anyway, I'll let the guys fill you in on on the details I knew nothing about.

