Nope. At least, not today.
Usually The 5 isn't the most inspirational drive, but today, with the amber waves of hay and the smoggy mountains majesty, who can complain? At least I think they were the mountains... sometimes it's hard to tell if it's a snow capped mountain or an ugly ass thunderstorm off in the distance. But the point is, it was simply a loverly day. Even Cowchwitz wasn't too bad!
And, I must admit, Green Day, I give up. You got me. It took a long time, but I'm hooked - and admitting it - now. SO WHAT if that cute singer boy wants to be Joe Strummer? So do I! Who doesn't? So let him, already, geez!
So, Congratulations, Green Day, I no longer eschew you.
Another faboo feature of the day was avoiding San Rafael - shudder - AND Oakland.
I HATE Oakland, y'all. HAAAATE. It being an entrance to the, I don't know, 8th Ring of Hell or whatever. I didn't read The Prince, give me a break. You get the idea.
All I know is, strange things are afoot at that SuperK by the 23rd Street Bridge.
Once, during my mercifully brief sojourn at Manex, I needed some new apartment stuff, so naturally, I headed to the SuperK. I parked next to a huge white whale of a 70's car, the kind that can cut you, its edges are so sharp. I entered the SuperK.
Four hours later, I emerged, dazed and confused... much like repressing traumatic childhood events, I don't actually remember what happened, per se, in the SuperK... just that it was BAD.
Anyway. I returned to my car, and noticed something amiss. The white whale car was gone.
"Of course," you say, Dear Reader, "the owners left and drove it away."
Sure, that makes sense. OH, EXCEPT THE ENTIRE TRANSMISSION WAS LYING ON THE GROUND NEXT TO MY CAR!!!!
Dun dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
For those of you who are not mechanically inclined, a transmission is to a car as your spinal column is to you. It would be as if I got up to get more iced tea, asked you to save my seat, came back, and all that was left of you was YOUR BLOODY FUCKING SPINE SITTING IN A CHAIR!!!!
Now go back and read the thing about the transmission again. It's FREAKY! How the hell did they get the car away from that parking spot? The mind reels.
Luckily, Manex was a big party office:
"Oh! Thank god you're here, and just in time. See that cluster of SuperK experiences? Kill that off, if you please, and have fun with it. But leave the trannie thing, that shit is funny."
And there it is. I've shellacked the trannie thing to preserve it, and this beautiful day, in my memory forever.
from sea to shining sea,