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torquillIt's been an evening. Has it ever.
Rental cars are much more likely to be new than your average private vehicle. God help the rental people the next time I need to rent one. ("Medium sedan, at least one year old, no interior detailing and especially no air freshener, and I may have to sniff it to see if it's okay...")
I got mad phat props for my driving skill when I followed the rest of the crew into the city today. They were cheering me on as I managed to stick fast to the tail of the rental, despite yelling more than once at my steering wheel, "Is he trying to lose me?" The goals of the night were 1) Don't hit anything and 2) Don't get pulled over. I succeeded at those, and didn't even get lost.
Dinner was lovely. I need to hang out more with those people.
Trying to find a parking spot in North Beach is difficult. Trying to find one in North Beach, on a Saturday night, when half the area has "No Stopping" signs that start at a minute after midnight because apparently they have a parade tomorrow (Columbus Day?) goes well beyond insanity and into the truly absurd. After an hour of hunting, I was tired and had a headache, so around midnight I just dropped Laura off outside the Lusty Lady to join the others. Then I went home, navigating by the "If I go in one direction long enough I'll hit something familiar" theory. The "something familiar" ended up being Ghirardelli Square. While following the Embarcadero up to Harrison isn't the most elegant way to get home, it did work.
I'm glad I went home... I'm very tired, and sore from everything I've been doing lately. I think I'll hit the hot tub in the morning. It was fun while it lasted, though.
Oh, and Gwen is within spitting distance of 250,000 miles. She's likely to hit it tomorrow. Happy birthday, sweetheart!
Rental cars are much more likely to be new than your average private vehicle. God help the rental people the next time I need to rent one. ("Medium sedan, at least one year old, no interior detailing and especially no air freshener, and I may have to sniff it to see if it's okay...")
I got mad phat props for my driving skill when I followed the rest of the crew into the city today. They were cheering me on as I managed to stick fast to the tail of the rental, despite yelling more than once at my steering wheel, "Is he trying to lose me?" The goals of the night were 1) Don't hit anything and 2) Don't get pulled over. I succeeded at those, and didn't even get lost.
Dinner was lovely. I need to hang out more with those people.
Trying to find a parking spot in North Beach is difficult. Trying to find one in North Beach, on a Saturday night, when half the area has "No Stopping" signs that start at a minute after midnight because apparently they have a parade tomorrow (Columbus Day?) goes well beyond insanity and into the truly absurd. After an hour of hunting, I was tired and had a headache, so around midnight I just dropped Laura off outside the Lusty Lady to join the others. Then I went home, navigating by the "If I go in one direction long enough I'll hit something familiar" theory. The "something familiar" ended up being Ghirardelli Square. While following the Embarcadero up to Harrison isn't the most elegant way to get home, it did work.
I'm glad I went home... I'm very tired, and sore from everything I've been doing lately. I think I'll hit the hot tub in the morning. It was fun while it lasted, though.
Oh, and Gwen is within spitting distance of 250,000 miles. She's likely to hit it tomorrow. Happy birthday, sweetheart!
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Date: 2006-10-23 16:02 (UTC)