I asked if I could get a Derby Widow discount. @dragonlady7 said, only if you wear the bunny suit and skates. This is not entirely out of the question.
- Z
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New journal music: Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits by The Magnetic Fields gather:0661516001174422854
Ya the Prius was cool, but I felt the need to move on... Used the insurance money to buy a nice, solid '65 GMC Handi-Van. Here's some pictures I took of it coming off the truck:
Thing runs like a top. It's got kind of a weird paint job, but that can be taken care of no problem.
- Z
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The real story, which is still pretty cool: @dragonlady7 came home from work tonight and was all: dude - you would not believe what's coming off the truck at Brown's garage - which is just down the street. I was all: no I probably wouldn't. The least freaky car I've seen at Brown's in recent memory was a lime green Gremlin. She was all: well... it's... the Mystery Machine. And I was all: what? yeah right... and she was all: no man- it's the fucking Myss-terr-ee Machine. And I was all: you gotta be kidding me. And she was all: dude. And I was all: dude. So I threw on my coat and grabbed her camera and ran down the street, and yeah: the Mystery Machine.
So I talked to the truck driver, and he says he can't go anywhere with it without getting mobbed. He says, yeah: it's a 1965 GMC Handi-Van with like 600,000 miles on it, runs like the day it was made, and it's the Mystery Machine, on its way from Winnipeg to somewhere in New Jersey. Made my day.
So this morning I had a little bit of an accident in my poor car. Some guy had decided that he needed to turn left immediately, which happened to place his passenger side door directly inside my engine compartment. Once two objects occupy the same space at the same time, well ... that's when the insurance companies get involved. I can only hope that in his haste he was able to get to his extremely important job on time, because I know I didn't make it in to work until 11:30. I find it extremely unlikely, however, because while I left the scene in a tow truck, he left in an ambulance.
At any rate, I'm not hurt - a little overwhelmed, but not hurt. The tow truck guy and the receptionist at the collision shop were both very nice to me and answered all my stupid questions ... the receptionist even drove me to the rental car agency to hook me up with a loaner.
Looking at the car makes me sad, because over the course of 76000 miles I've formed a weird sort of bond with the thing, it's a great car, and even after having its tiny front end smashed in it still somehow ran like the day I bought it. If by some miracle it's not totalled I'd like to get it fixed up real nice. If it is totalled ... well shit, I hear Volkswagen is making Rabbits again.
Fuck, man. I just don't want to have to deal with all this paperwork and decisions and shit.
Tonight we went to the single least cool place in Buffalo. It's not even the kind of uncool where you can go there and be ironically cool - there is no cool to be had, period. All the meat is pork, and all the vegetables are cabbage. Everything is either marinated in vinegar or fried in butter - or it's marinated in vinegar and then fried in butter, and served with a big dollop of sour cream. If you're there on the right night, you will be serenaded by accordion with tuba accompaniment. It is a happy place.
I speak of Ulrich's Tavern , the bar that's so German it wraps around to being Irish again. [That will make sense if you go there.] Good live music, great local brews, and just this totally insane Leberkase that looks more or less like a grilled sandwich if the bread were made of meat. They are celebrating 50,000 days [138 years] of continuous operation, and that does not exclude Prohibition. These guys are hard-core OG. They spit on your 'cool' and call it tartar sauce.
This morning my valentine surprised me with two thinly-veiled threats laid gently on my pillow, a heart-shaped box of chocolate-covered guilt, and flowery proclamations of inadequacy and thoughtlessness - all before I even left for work! It must be love.
I had composed a soliloquy about Valentine's Day - how it should be a happy holiday, not a sad or angry holiday as it's become. It should not be about desperately "Seeking same for LTR," but about celebrating the relationships we have with the people who make us feel special. It should be about demonstrating the appreciation we have for who we share our lives with - not demanding same of them. It should not be about flowers and chocolates and cards and trinkets bought out of necessity, but rather unique gifts and gestures that show that you know and care.
I didn't post it because I hadn't gotten a chance to edit it, what with all the craziness around the house lately. I don't think I'll bother posting it now, because I'm clearly insane.
But if anyone here shares my insanity, know that secretly* I'm totally with you. I wish you, above all, a happy Valentine's Day.
- Z
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I guess it's not really that secret anymore, but it sounded poetic.
So, we went to the roller derby tonight and saw @mrmike there* - it was a really close game, and the Kissers beat the Sluggers 100-95. Despite grumblings about ticket price, they still sold out all 700 tickets, and then sold another 200 admissions. The place was packed, and the girls put on a good show. @dragonlady7 - er, B-17 - played so hard she busted her brand-new high-impact kneepad. The halftime skirmish between Metal Mistress and Mia Mauler was not staged [for future reference, do not get all up in the grille of a former kickboxing champion].
My aunt, whose birthday coincides with the next game on 31 March [and who remembers well the Bay City Bombers playing at the Aud in the 60s] has already made plans to bring everyone to the roller derby for her birthday, and all my cousins want to ref since the officiating was somewhat awful. Good times!
- Z
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@mrmike - sorry about the ticket situation. They began selling tickets online and doing will-call after I got yer ticket, and that would have been a much better way to do it.
