So I'm at this rave in January of 1998 in Hartford, CT. It is fucking freezing out. I leave the party at 5 am and lo and behold my car has been towed, with my jacket in it! So, I call the tow company and I can't get it out for a while. The party ends. Luckily...there was an afterparty! My friend Jason and I get a ride in the back of a U-Haul truck to the afterparty. I walk to a payphone and call my mom. She just happens to work for the IRS and at the time would collect money from people who owed BIG, so she has some bad-ass negotiation skills. She calls the tow company and gets them to release my car, and drives from Massachusetts to Hartford to pick us up and take us to my car. I go back into the afterparty and just start dancing my fucking ass off. Why not? Such a great release. My mom arrives (yes, at 9 AM at the afterparty), and we go and get my car. I sleep for one hour on the ride to Mass from CT, and then Drive 3 hours up to Randolph Center, VT to start my second semester at college. Woohoo!!