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temperance14) wrote2005-04-20 12:20 pm
temperance14) wrote2005-04-20 12:20 pm
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Storming the 20th Century (21st will have to wait).
I've just test driven a mini-van. No, have never driven one, just rode. Renting it so that when I try to drive my Dad around during my visit, he will not start yelling and cussing at me about trying to fit into my car. And I do mean cussing. 77 years gains a lot of vocabulary.
My current car is a 10 year old Mercury Tracer sedan (because Detroit is afraid of the word 'station wagon'). My car has no automatic locks, no CD player, no alarm system. My car makes no noise when it opens and closes, and has nothing useful to hold your coffee or soda. But its the closest thing we have to a truck, and with Yakima racks, will haul my kayak.
But a minivan...My my. Was informed the gas tank is not much bigger than mine, and the mileage rate is just a bit lower. As I was test driving on the freeway and around town, kept thinking "It's not an SUV, it's not an SUV, the Davis Food Co-op will not revoke your carrot card...."
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Picnic Day notes: Friday before spent with Her Gigglness. Showed her what I had borrowed from a friend. Then she showed me what she had. Giggles got to play Renaissance Barbie with me.
The Lady is adorable and fun, even when she is drowsy and should be napping. ;-)
Got up the next morning, determined to at least see if I could redress myself for fair, using the long full shift my friend lent me. So, essentially wearing 3 skirts. Met husband, and went cat shopping at the feline adoption area (we will meet two Russian Blues this Saturday to see what we all think of each other). Wandered back toward Hart Hall....meandered actually...figured I'd show up for decoration and moral support...stopped to listen to Didley Squat, and bought their CD.
Barely Proper came past, looking incredible in costume with German (so BP told me) sleeves. Awesome. She came popping back a bit more frantically nearing 1:45, asking if I could dance Heart's Ease--apparently had only 4 people, including she and I, and no musicians as of yet. Okay yes ma'am.
Coolness arrived when the rest of the Pryanksters arrived. All looked great, all moved like tops. I've seen them dance in practice--but the energy and glow and grins are incredible when it's actual showtime.
We had some inquiries about the group and joining practice.
Afterwards wandered with C and E, Steve, Jason and Craig and a 3 piston dalmation.
Eric attempted a pie eating contest--valiant attempt, but when a frat boy champion has most of his pie slathered over his eyebrows, we knew we were in the presence of Pie God. (P.S. Pie God was declared winner, raised his fist for a victory roar--then looked down and picked up more pie scraps to munch. Eek.)
Pyschababble joine us a bit later, as well as Barnabas. We all drifted apart, to meet back later at the new home of Barnabas-and-Hazel. I managed to get changed in the Mondavi parking lot with no one noticing, then EVENTUALLY got to New Abode. Great night of pizza, chocolate covered macadamia, and mind controlling 3x5 cards. And waltz lessons and laughing ass off.
Later, time to go to San Jose.
My current car is a 10 year old Mercury Tracer sedan (because Detroit is afraid of the word 'station wagon'). My car has no automatic locks, no CD player, no alarm system. My car makes no noise when it opens and closes, and has nothing useful to hold your coffee or soda. But its the closest thing we have to a truck, and with Yakima racks, will haul my kayak.
But a minivan...My my. Was informed the gas tank is not much bigger than mine, and the mileage rate is just a bit lower. As I was test driving on the freeway and around town, kept thinking "It's not an SUV, it's not an SUV, the Davis Food Co-op will not revoke your carrot card...."
******
Picnic Day notes: Friday before spent with Her Gigglness. Showed her what I had borrowed from a friend. Then she showed me what she had. Giggles got to play Renaissance Barbie with me.
The Lady is adorable and fun, even when she is drowsy and should be napping. ;-)
Got up the next morning, determined to at least see if I could redress myself for fair, using the long full shift my friend lent me. So, essentially wearing 3 skirts. Met husband, and went cat shopping at the feline adoption area (we will meet two Russian Blues this Saturday to see what we all think of each other). Wandered back toward Hart Hall....meandered actually...figured I'd show up for decoration and moral support...stopped to listen to Didley Squat, and bought their CD.
Barely Proper came past, looking incredible in costume with German (so BP told me) sleeves. Awesome. She came popping back a bit more frantically nearing 1:45, asking if I could dance Heart's Ease--apparently had only 4 people, including she and I, and no musicians as of yet. Okay yes ma'am.
Coolness arrived when the rest of the Pryanksters arrived. All looked great, all moved like tops. I've seen them dance in practice--but the energy and glow and grins are incredible when it's actual showtime.
We had some inquiries about the group and joining practice.
Afterwards wandered with C and E, Steve, Jason and Craig and a 3 piston dalmation.
Eric attempted a pie eating contest--valiant attempt, but when a frat boy champion has most of his pie slathered over his eyebrows, we knew we were in the presence of Pie God. (P.S. Pie God was declared winner, raised his fist for a victory roar--then looked down and picked up more pie scraps to munch. Eek.)
Pyschababble joine us a bit later, as well as Barnabas. We all drifted apart, to meet back later at the new home of Barnabas-and-Hazel. I managed to get changed in the Mondavi parking lot with no one noticing, then EVENTUALLY got to New Abode. Great night of pizza, chocolate covered macadamia, and mind controlling 3x5 cards. And waltz lessons and laughing ass off.
Later, time to go to San Jose.