I still can’t figure out whether we were supposed to have been at last night’s trivia game – or not. Am I having an existential crisis – or have I just watched too many movies and shows involving time travel?

When we first headed out for a game last night, we learned that both of our headlights weren’t functioning (only the high beams). I texted the people who were going to meet us, telling them that we couldn’t drive out there. She messaged back that she could pick us up, so we said “sure.”

So we made it out to the game and we won first place!

I’ll leave it to Doc Brown to tell me whether we did something bad by coming out – or not!