(started writing this a few days ago, which is why I'm rambling about old news)
Didn't really do much Wednesday afternoon besides watch the Yankees lose but Colleen had called and wanted to get together so we planned a trip to ikea for school shopping. Of course nothing can ever go smoothly. She picked me up after dinner and we were driving along, catching up, until her car suddenly stalled at a light on 67. Some panicking ensued since we're both pretty clueless about cars but one of the dubious perks of small town life is knowing everyone around you. Mr. Ellis was behind us at the light and got out to push the car to the side until, with much luck, her engine started again.
Went back to my house to take my car, just in case, and faced the second dilemma of -- where is ikea? Anyone who has driven with me to hospice knows I mix up 91 and 95 N/S every single week. how am I supposed to remember the difference?? ... Anyway, I got on the highway in the wrong direction, had to get off, and almost drove past the correct on-ramp. Colleen noticed just in time and I veered to the right without looking, almost running over the curb / crashing into the guardrail. oops. Apparently the car in front of me saw and felt endangered -- they immediately pulled over to let me pass them. ha! what is embarrassing is that this is not the first time someone has mistaken me for a drunk driver. OK, sometimes my driving looks bad, but I'm always safe! never mind that I almost didn't get my license until I cried and promised to practice my deficient reversing skills :) ... but fourish years later I'm still alive and my car is still intact.
Sitting in this car at a light in front of ikea (finally), we pulled up next to a fire truck. Some slacker fireman was sitting on the side steps just staring into our window and smiling like a creep. He kept motioning for us to roll down the window, which we ignored to a point; eventually Colleen brought hers down to see if he actually wanted something. no, the first words out of his mouth were "don't ignore me!", then "where are you two ladies headed?" ... he continues with his moronic attempts to pick us up until the light turns green and I hightail it out of there midconversation. really, fireman? just because you are in a uniform does not change the fact that you are old, ugly, and dumb as rocks.
I mean, cheers to you, NHFD!
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More fast times at the Lillian Goldman Law Library today... or not ... the place was empty as usual, minus an incredibly attractive 20-something guy with European accent NOS ... and um, a few assorted others. And it should be empty, because only crazy people like me hang out in libraries on beautiful August afternoons.
As far as the goals of the month, I have fallen juust short of (1), failed miserably at (2), have been working furiously at (3) -- sitting in front of the TV is so hard --, and well, never mind about (4). I think I really will be sad when I finish Gilmore Girls. Rory is so much more tolerable and fashionable once she gets to college, especially once she meets Logan (-sigh-) ... and I've gotten way attached to the characters and the witty dialogue. If only Yale were populated with real-life Logans (straight ones!) to date and receive Birkin bags from... just imagine...
two weeks until reality sets in!
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