I didn't go rock climbing on Friday. Really didn't feel like it, so I just canceled. Went out and got drunk instead, at the People's Republik. Got two free beers out of the bartender, but ended up leaving a huge tip when I left. Got hit on by a 40-year-old ex-real estate agent who just quit his job and is currently workin' for his daddy. It's funny how hearing about the sucky lives of others can make me feel better....
Saturday went out to Salem to hang with friends. Stopped at Hot Topic on the way home, bought 14 gauge earrings (next week!) and an AWESOME dress. Put on the awesome dress when I got home, and was then asked by my roommate if I was going for the airline stewardess look. Hmph. Went out to a bar with said roommate, listened to semi-bad bands and drank tasty beer.
Sunday went up to the Manchester beach with roommates. We got to a parking lot, was told that it was for residents only, turned around, went to pull out onto the street, and my car died. Wouldn't start up again. Called my insurance company, tow truck was on the way, then thought of jumping it. Worked like a charm. I thought that I'd just stalled it and then flooded it, and that if I drove for a bit it would be fine. So we drove around, found someplace else to park, and went to the beach. Two hours later, get back to the car, and it wouldn't start. My roommates had to push it again, and it started right up. Drove all the way home without stopping and parked facing down hill. I tried to turn the car back on, but it wouldn't start up. So now the plan is to jump it tomorrow morning, drive straight to my mechanic, leave it there and walk to work. I'm hoping that the hill I parked on is big enough so that I can get up enough speed to jump it. If it doesn't work my car will end up at the bottom of the hill, I'll have to leave it there, run back to my apartment, grab one or more of my roommates and get them to push it to the mechanic down the street. Fun times....
Saturday went out to Salem to hang with friends. Stopped at Hot Topic on the way home, bought 14 gauge earrings (next week!) and an AWESOME dress. Put on the awesome dress when I got home, and was then asked by my roommate if I was going for the airline stewardess look. Hmph. Went out to a bar with said roommate, listened to semi-bad bands and drank tasty beer.
Sunday went up to the Manchester beach with roommates. We got to a parking lot, was told that it was for residents only, turned around, went to pull out onto the street, and my car died. Wouldn't start up again. Called my insurance company, tow truck was on the way, then thought of jumping it. Worked like a charm. I thought that I'd just stalled it and then flooded it, and that if I drove for a bit it would be fine. So we drove around, found someplace else to park, and went to the beach. Two hours later, get back to the car, and it wouldn't start. My roommates had to push it again, and it started right up. Drove all the way home without stopping and parked facing down hill. I tried to turn the car back on, but it wouldn't start up. So now the plan is to jump it tomorrow morning, drive straight to my mechanic, leave it there and walk to work. I'm hoping that the hill I parked on is big enough so that I can get up enough speed to jump it. If it doesn't work my car will end up at the bottom of the hill, I'll have to leave it there, run back to my apartment, grab one or more of my roommates and get them to push it to the mechanic down the street. Fun times....
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