Amazing
So the past two days have been exactly that: Amazing. Last night, Liz and I joined Patricia, Adrian, and Rob Barrow (Big guy who comes into photo all the time who gave us tickets), to see Judas Priest, aka, British Steel.
It was ridiculously amazing. There was choroegraphed headbanging, guitar raising, rocker stance, you name it.
Go watch School of Rock and understand that it REALLY is how they do it.
It really was incredible. The guitar solos...oh the guitar solos...
It was really loud, but we had a suite to sit in (SWEET!), so we kicked back in the chairs and closed the glass sliding door, which gave just enough of a buffer that we kept our hearing, but still watched them rock hardcore.
Later, they proceeded to drive a motorcycle on stage, and proceeded to rock from there, where it remained for the rest of the (albeit encoreless) concert.
I loved it.
THAT was yesterday.
TODAY, at around 11 AM this morning, I took Tom's car, yes, you read that correctly, me, driving, to the Hillsborough County Tax Collector's office, and proceeded to wait in line for...oh, about an hour for them to call B133. Liz and I sat against the wall, on the floor, and played monopoly on my phone.
When my number was finally called, I strolled up the middle aisle between where everyone else, (the place was packed), was sitting, and walked straight to the counter ahead, where my number had been called.
I handed over the title and the insurance card, she looked it over, punched it in, asked me to go with the county sheriff to show him the VIN and the odometer. I proceeded over, he asked me to pull the car to the curb where he glanced and asked for the odometer reading, I read it off to him, then proceeded to park in the "reserved VIN checking" spot. I did, strolled back in, went to the teller, signed the paperwork, and, after a little computer trouble, in which I was like "it's okay, whatever's easiest for you" the teller told me "no no, I'm here to help you. It's what YOU want. I work here."
SO, after all that, I now have a custom license plate, of which I'm going to keep a secret from most until I can post pictures when it arrives. It won't be for weeks, but I'm so totally stoked, I can wait.
So, amazing concert, car in my name, yeah. It's been a pretty great past couple days.
Now, I must run and finish up the rest of my day. Hope yours is going as great as mine.
It was ridiculously amazing. There was choroegraphed headbanging, guitar raising, rocker stance, you name it.
Go watch School of Rock and understand that it REALLY is how they do it.
It really was incredible. The guitar solos...oh the guitar solos...
It was really loud, but we had a suite to sit in (SWEET!), so we kicked back in the chairs and closed the glass sliding door, which gave just enough of a buffer that we kept our hearing, but still watched them rock hardcore.
Later, they proceeded to drive a motorcycle on stage, and proceeded to rock from there, where it remained for the rest of the (albeit encoreless) concert.
I loved it.
THAT was yesterday.
TODAY, at around 11 AM this morning, I took Tom's car, yes, you read that correctly, me, driving, to the Hillsborough County Tax Collector's office, and proceeded to wait in line for...oh, about an hour for them to call B133. Liz and I sat against the wall, on the floor, and played monopoly on my phone.
When my number was finally called, I strolled up the middle aisle between where everyone else, (the place was packed), was sitting, and walked straight to the counter ahead, where my number had been called.
I handed over the title and the insurance card, she looked it over, punched it in, asked me to go with the county sheriff to show him the VIN and the odometer. I proceeded over, he asked me to pull the car to the curb where he glanced and asked for the odometer reading, I read it off to him, then proceeded to park in the "reserved VIN checking" spot. I did, strolled back in, went to the teller, signed the paperwork, and, after a little computer trouble, in which I was like "it's okay, whatever's easiest for you" the teller told me "no no, I'm here to help you. It's what YOU want. I work here."
SO, after all that, I now have a custom license plate, of which I'm going to keep a secret from most until I can post pictures when it arrives. It won't be for weeks, but I'm so totally stoked, I can wait.
So, amazing concert, car in my name, yeah. It's been a pretty great past couple days.
Now, I must run and finish up the rest of my day. Hope yours is going as great as mine.