What an F-ed up night

So tonight I got home from work and had dinner with my parents. My dad was on the phone with car dealers. I don't know who drives me more nuts, the car dealers with their lies or my dad. I got a call from our friend saying there were two women picking things up off the ground at the house we are building. So I ran over then and no such women. I get back and we head down to Southfield to look at some cars. I hit a big dirt clump in the middle of the road. Kinda scared me. Then since we are only about 20 minutes from Detroit we head over to the casino. Side note: I got a quarterly bonus today, which I wasn't really expecting, so I figured I might as well gamble it away. On the way to the casino I run over a curb and bottom out the trailblazer. We finally get to the casino, and I realize that the dealer never returned my ID when he made a copy. Even with my mustache, which is thick, I can't get into the casino. We try and drive quickly to the dealership to get my ID. My mom is driving now, and we can't find the express way. Tempers start the flare. "fuck!" starts to be thrown around by all. My dad and I yell at each other. My dad drives me nuts more then dealers. It was a long ride home. I get home and my internet dies on me for like 1/2 an hour. And it's late, so I got home just in time to go to sleep and get ready to work on friday.