What a fuckin' night...
So tonight was Steve's (my roommate from last year) wedding. It was actually a LOT of fun even though it ended at 9 and I was ready to rage 'til 1 but what can you do. I caught the garter as well, and I'm really kind of stoked on that. I went in to the wedding convinced that it would reinforce my current feelings regarding marriage but it definitely didn't. They seemed so happy together, it was weird... I'm sure the effect will wear off by tomorrow but for now I apparently might actually want to get married (or at least I could see why someone would want to). The only part that made me disdain the idea of marriage was during the service when the pastor said "Don't think that love will sustain your marriage: marriage will sustain your love". And that, my friends, is the EXACT reason why I don't approve of marriage. There shouldn't be an institution in place that makes people love each other longer than they normally would, especially not if that institution is some 4 thousand year old social construct.
So anyways, at 9 we leave (I was with 2 other wedding-goers) and on the way back from Rancho Santa Margarita my muffler decided to break off the latch on my chassis and start bouncing up and down off the freeway. So we pulled over between the 710 and the 10 on the 5 (aka bad-place-for-white-people-LA), stopped at a gas station and proceeded to worry a bit. I found out that the girl I was with had 100mile AAA service and while she was setting up the tow for us, these three mexican guys walk up to us with electrical wiring in their hand which they had apparently pulled off the side of the gas station and start fixing my muffler for me. After about 5 minutes, they somehow do it and we were off again. Suffice to say my faith-in-humanity meter jumped a few ticks. While finding the nearest onramp, we pulled in to another gas station and the muffler busted again. This time, as soon as I had stopped at a gas pump, a homeless man (who I was soon to find out was named Homeless McGyver John) approached me and told me he'd help fix my muffler. Over the next hour or so he uses more wiring, a coat hanger, chains and I'm pretty sure someone's bling to secure the muffler in 4 different ways. I'm pretty confident it's now anchored better than it was when it came from the manufacturer. Coolest homeless guy ever. I happily gave him all the money in my wallet for his services and I would have given more if I could have. While he was busy working, he explained the beauty of being homeless to me. I guess to each their own, he seemed happy enough anyways. So eventually (11:40) I rolled back in to LA and proceeded to make a badass sandwich.
And that, friends, was my weird fuckin' night.
Things I forgot:
-Coolest dancing 8 year olds ever
-Congo line
-$70 bar tab
-YMCA
-Souljah Boy
-Drug deals in East LA
-My newly acquired hatred for my car as it falls to pieces.
So anyways, at 9 we leave (I was with 2 other wedding-goers) and on the way back from Rancho Santa Margarita my muffler decided to break off the latch on my chassis and start bouncing up and down off the freeway. So we pulled over between the 710 and the 10 on the 5 (aka bad-place-for-white-people-LA), stopped at a gas station and proceeded to worry a bit. I found out that the girl I was with had 100mile AAA service and while she was setting up the tow for us, these three mexican guys walk up to us with electrical wiring in their hand which they had apparently pulled off the side of the gas station and start fixing my muffler for me. After about 5 minutes, they somehow do it and we were off again. Suffice to say my faith-in-humanity meter jumped a few ticks. While finding the nearest onramp, we pulled in to another gas station and the muffler busted again. This time, as soon as I had stopped at a gas pump, a homeless man (who I was soon to find out was named Homeless McGyver John) approached me and told me he'd help fix my muffler. Over the next hour or so he uses more wiring, a coat hanger, chains and I'm pretty sure someone's bling to secure the muffler in 4 different ways. I'm pretty confident it's now anchored better than it was when it came from the manufacturer. Coolest homeless guy ever. I happily gave him all the money in my wallet for his services and I would have given more if I could have. While he was busy working, he explained the beauty of being homeless to me. I guess to each their own, he seemed happy enough anyways. So eventually (11:40) I rolled back in to LA and proceeded to make a badass sandwich.
And that, friends, was my weird fuckin' night.
Things I forgot:
-Coolest dancing 8 year olds ever
-Congo line
-$70 bar tab
-YMCA
-Souljah Boy
-Drug deals in East LA
-My newly acquired hatred for my car as it falls to pieces.