The next morning my group decided to head to Gonzales, LA to the Tanger Outlet. The wedding was at 6 and instead of dealing with the indecisive people we just went about our own accord. Shopping was amazing. We ate lunch at Chili's and we took the trip back to Breaux Bridge. But of course there had to be some element of surprise. As we were crossing the Port Allen/ Author bridge Ali alarmed me that I had low tire pressure. I have a small fear of bridges. Its a passed down fear from my parents and I HATE it. So I was thinking to myself lets get off this bridge that has us dangling above all this water and loads of traffic. As I rolled down the bridge we had a blow out. I pulled over, 4 girls, in the middle of a high way with a flat tire. Sounds like the beginning of a horror movie huh? We got out and looked at it and I was prepared to change this tire with the help of my girls. We called the police like we knew to do and a good Samaritan pulled over and changed our tire. When the police arrived he directed traffic and in literally 15 minutes we were back on the road. Wasn't that a blessing? When we made it back to the hotel it was just the amount of time to drive there and get our seats.
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