Posted November 23, 2005 at 3:59 pm
So yesterday morning I flew out to Chicago for Thanksgiving. I'm staying at my best buds Steve and (Scott) Hooper's apartment until we drive into Indiana tonight. Whee! Chicago.

It's just a short hour flight from Columbus to Chicago, so I'm chugging down their Mountain Dew as we're landing and they're collecting trash. This won't end well. I get off the plane, and (Scott) Hooper picks me up and we're supposed to drive to Steve's work. Neither (Scott) Hooper nor I have any idea where we're going, and we end up going 20 miles the wrong way. Due to the Mountain Dew, I gotta pee something fierce. We get turned around the right way on the highway, and we're making good time again.

The car starts shaking. I turn to Hooper. "I think you bust a tire." He looks like he doesn't really want to believe it, and that if he ignores it, it didn't really happen. Eventually, I get him to pull over, and yeah, the front tire's completely flat.

So, sure. We start swiftly replacing it, and I figger I can pee in privacy behind the car after we finish. No, a tow truck comes up behind us and just watches. Rats. We're done in 10 minutes, and we try to assure the guy we're okay. No, he sits. As we're pulling away, he starts giving us instructions on how to merge back into traffic on his bullhorn or whatever.

Great. So anyway. It's another half-hour drive to where we're supposed to be. We get off on a wrong exit, but after calling Steve, it's not a problem. We're on the right street, just further down. We're just five miles away. SOON I CAN PEE. OH GOD YES.

Traffic stops. It's bumper to bumper through stoplights for all those five miles. There's road construction at the end of it.

I hate the world.

On the upside, I learned how to play disc (or frisbee) golf, which I didn't even know existed. I'm embarrassingly horrible at it, which got to be Steve's coworkers' first impression of me. Ah-heh. It was fun, though.

Also, I've been telling Steve he need to buy Katamary Damacy for a year. I was furious to find out he still hadn't gotten a copy at my insistence. So while Hooper's car was getting its tire replaced, I went into Toys R Us and bought We Love Katamari for him. Merry Christmas, I guess. But it's worth it, dammit. He needs to experience Katamari. While I was there I saw the new Mini-Con two-packs. Whee! Didn't buy them, but whee! I don't really need any more recolored Minicons.

But yeah. This hasn't been a good week for cars, in my experience.
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