EXCEPT that.....on the drive down....some guy came up beside me honking his horn and yelling. I rolled down my window and he yelled: "Ya got a flat tar!"
I yelled back thanks! Turned into a crossover and discovered he was indeed correct, my back passenger side tire was about half way down. I drove back to an auto place. They were open for five more minutes, and the man aired up the tire. I got to the theatre. I check at intermission, and it was down again.
So my brother in law drove down to get me after the show. My friend Sandi's husband is going to take the tire in for repair, or get a new one....and put it on for me today....and then my BIL will drive me back down for the show tonight.
Just another day in paradise.