A funny college story that makes me glad to be a grown-up

My boyfriend and I were on the way to a church winter camp with the college group. His car, (a Nova, which means no-go in Spanish) broke down, and we were stuck in this small, scary, remote town in the middle of the desert. As we walked up the road, thinking about what we should do, a good friend drove by. We waved frantically and yelled. Like any good friend, she smiled and waved back. Having limited funds, we figured the smartest thing to do would be to get the car towed and repaired. My boyfriend, we'll call him Red, had triple A, so we got the car towed by a scary looking tow-truck guy. I sat by the window, and made Red sit by the driver. Then, we walked around a shopping mall, trying to figure out what to do next. The car wouldn't be fixed for a day or two; so, we had to stay in a motel. Once again, college kids, limited funds. We could only get one room. The car was at the repair shop, or Red would have slept in it and given me the room. So, we went to the cheap motel, me wearing my keychain on my finger so that it would look like a wedding ring, and we got a room. Then we went to Long John Silver's for dinner. We went back to the room, both called our parents, and we called our youth pastor up at camp. The situation was unacceptable to the youth pastor, so he sent some knuckleheads down the mountain to come pick me up (one knucklehead would stay with Red.) So Red and I sat up and waited for hours for these guys. One stayed there, and the other two took me to camp. These guys driving me up the dark and icy mountain road at 3am had been seeing how long they could go without sleep. So my life was in their hands. To my surprise, I got to camp alive, but in the dark. Not wanting to turn the lights on and wake everybody, I sat on several girls before I found an empty bunk . . . a top bunk with about 3 feet of headroom.