How I Spent My Daylight Savings Weekend
In the unlikely event anyone's been wondering where the hell I am (we won't belabor its unlikeliness; I'm just feeling guilty defensive), it's been a very full weekend.
There was good stuff. On Sunday I went to a very competent production of Hamlet, and unexpectedly saw a mostly-former co-worker play Marcellus, Fortinbras, and one of the more active Players. Still need to call & congratulate him. Today I saw Sleepy Hollow again with a friend who hadn't seen it and didn't get attacked by the probably-wasn't-actually-a-gang on the way back from the T station. And my GRE classes started.
So, Saturday, it was a friend's birthday. There was no way all the guests were fitting into his apartment to actually eat, so we met at a restaurant with the intention of going back to his house afterwards. I intended to walk to the restaurant & cadge a ride home after with some out-of-state friends I don't see enough of, but I was asked to drive and be a carpool.
A carpool wasn't needed, it turned out, and parking was so bad I was forced into a puddle the size of a really big body of water. By forced I mean if that spot hadn't shown up I was skipping the rest of the party and going home. My car was acting funny; squeaking and making subtle zigzags. I should have just gone home, too, because when I got back to my car there was no power. AAA got me home, but not until 2am by my watch, and by the time I got to sleep it was actually 2am.
Now this morning I was going to take the car in to be checked up, and we were going to go at 7-ish. As we were pulling out, a cop stopped me and asked about my registration sticker. Huh? Okay, there's a new registration and it needs a new sticker. How 'bout that. New registration not where I thought I left it. This not cleared up until 9-ish, and not before we already ordered a duplicate. =.=
Happily, the service station will still accept service jobs as late as 9AM (this was apparently in question), so we take the car in. Turns out, as a result of the recent tow-jobs (the extremely competent AAA guy, btw, had to pick my car up FIVE TIMES with his tow truck before he could get a good angle? In case you were wondering, there was sarcasm in that), the axle-boot is broken (that's just from being 14 years old, though), and also two other things are broken in the back and the alignment's off. One of the other axle-boots is visibly cracked, but the guy at the shop says don't fix it yet, wait until it breaks. Um.
Summary? My car is out of whack and in four pieces. And my GRE class is starting, and it is a terrifying syllabus; juggling things may be about to get tricky. And that's why I haven't existed lately. I shall leave you now to go exchange Goujun for a Mustang. The kind with a tail. Not that kind of tail!
There was good stuff. On Sunday I went to a very competent production of Hamlet, and unexpectedly saw a mostly-former co-worker play Marcellus, Fortinbras, and one of the more active Players. Still need to call & congratulate him. Today I saw Sleepy Hollow again with a friend who hadn't seen it and didn't get attacked by the probably-wasn't-actually-a-gang on the way back from the T station. And my GRE classes started.
So, Saturday, it was a friend's birthday. There was no way all the guests were fitting into his apartment to actually eat, so we met at a restaurant with the intention of going back to his house afterwards. I intended to walk to the restaurant & cadge a ride home after with some out-of-state friends I don't see enough of, but I was asked to drive and be a carpool.
A carpool wasn't needed, it turned out, and parking was so bad I was forced into a puddle the size of a really big body of water. By forced I mean if that spot hadn't shown up I was skipping the rest of the party and going home. My car was acting funny; squeaking and making subtle zigzags. I should have just gone home, too, because when I got back to my car there was no power. AAA got me home, but not until 2am by my watch, and by the time I got to sleep it was actually 2am.
Now this morning I was going to take the car in to be checked up, and we were going to go at 7-ish. As we were pulling out, a cop stopped me and asked about my registration sticker. Huh? Okay, there's a new registration and it needs a new sticker. How 'bout that. New registration not where I thought I left it. This not cleared up until 9-ish, and not before we already ordered a duplicate. =.=
Happily, the service station will still accept service jobs as late as 9AM (this was apparently in question), so we take the car in. Turns out, as a result of the recent tow-jobs (the extremely competent AAA guy, btw, had to pick my car up FIVE TIMES with his tow truck before he could get a good angle? In case you were wondering, there was sarcasm in that), the axle-boot is broken (that's just from being 14 years old, though), and also two other things are broken in the back and the alignment's off. One of the other axle-boots is visibly cracked, but the guy at the shop says don't fix it yet, wait until it breaks. Um.
Summary? My car is out of whack and in four pieces. And my GRE class is starting, and it is a terrifying syllabus; juggling things may be about to get tricky. And that's why I haven't existed lately. I shall leave you now to go exchange Goujun for a Mustang. The kind with a tail. Not that kind of tail!