Thirty-three, Done Dirt Cheap
Posted on Thu Mar 13, 01:09 PM in Livin'
My birthday so far (not a poem)
- Wake up at ass-o-clock, unable to return to sleep for no apparent reason, and wait for alarm to go off.
- (ass-o-clock) +1: alarm goes off. I am used to getting up around [(ass-o-clock) + 5.5]
- Eat, shower, leave in time to drive SO to his last day at work (w00t!). I have a chiro appointment, so I get the car, and the pleasure of driving him around.
- Drop off SO, stop at Starbucks to get coffee with $2 (cue annoying paperboy here). “Do you want room for cream?” “Yes, please.” Room for cream = 1 mm. Slurp tasty precious coffee to make room for tasty precious cream, burn tongue.
- Head back to civilization; detour for chiro appointment.
- Upon said detour, get rear-ended at 40mph by some knob with no insurance and no plates (“I just bought the car…”).
- Head on over to now-impossibly-well-planned chiro appointment with otherwise drivable car containing no visible sign of damage.
- On the way, get lost in Menomonee Falls (honestly…), rerouted thanks to Apple iPhone’s I-wanna-be-GPS-but-will-instead-find-you-by-radio-triangulation-unless-you-are-in-a-buttfuckegypt-suburb-called-Lannon-in-which-case-I-can’t-find-a-signal-and-you-are-fuxored system.
- Tell chiropractor about incident, run through tests, tests confirm what I know, that I feel fine; make note to follow-up in a week, if not sooner, if pain appears.
- Return home, call insurance agency; told to see the body shop of my choice.
- Eat lunch early (adrenaline makes me feel famished).
- Head over to body shop Number 1; amazingly they detect no damage, probably because both vehicles were moving and my brakes were not applied… very very slight alignment issue with trunk lid, could have been preexisting. Birthday luck FTW?
- Make appointment with body shop Number 2 for tomorrow, second opinion.
Forthcoming excitement:
- 1:30pm today: Drive back to the hinterlands to pick up the SO.
- Later: Drive SO to pick up band rental van.
- 6pm-ish: say goodbye to SO and band as they to travel to CT for the Blacksun Festival by way of the Ohio turnpike.
- Still later: make supper, eat alone, go to bed. Rawk!