Happy blizzard
One of my writers signed off an email to me with that wish. And a blizzard we are getting. Leominster has gotten 16" already, and IT'S STILL SNOWING. M keeps yelling, "Stop! Stop snowing!" It won't for a few hours yet. Ah well, I'm enjoying the excuse to not have to go anywhere. Although today is my dad's birthday, and we were supposed to go out to dinner with my parents, my brother and my sister-in-law. Oh well, just winter in New England fucking everything up. I think we'll just resked.
So we went to a really fun 50th birthday party last night for M's cousin's husband. After dinner, it was time to roast the birthday boy. The guest of honor had been in a band in the late '70s, and his wife displayed a hysterically funny pic of him and the band -- think Zeppelin or Styx or one of those purveyors of "mustache rock," as I've heard it called. Anyway, M got the pic and brought it up to the microphone, saying, "It's not a question of whether you were smoking weed -- just how much. I mean, it was so bad, Cheech and Chong had to stage an intervention." The whole room went nuts. Ah, that's my boy. Always with the jokes.
So the biggest news of all: Before the party, we went to a Toyota dealer so I could test-drive a Camry. I liked it. I told M to get it for me. So I left, and he dicked around with the sales dude. I can't deal with that part. Anyway, he calls me on the cell and says, "Come get me. These guys are crooks." My heart dropped into my stomach, but then I heard the dude yukking it up in the background. They had reached a deal. Hoo-ray! So we need to get rid of the Focus sometime soon, and we're going to move the registration over to the new car. So I just spent an hour in the freezing-cold garage, Armor Alling everywhere and getting the assortment of change, straw wrappers, etc. out of the car. All I need to do is run it through the car wash and vac it out, which I'll do when the temp hits above freezing. But we should have it by the end of the week. I've never had a new car before -- this one only has 17 miles on it -- and I am jacked.
So we went to a really fun 50th birthday party last night for M's cousin's husband. After dinner, it was time to roast the birthday boy. The guest of honor had been in a band in the late '70s, and his wife displayed a hysterically funny pic of him and the band -- think Zeppelin or Styx or one of those purveyors of "mustache rock," as I've heard it called. Anyway, M got the pic and brought it up to the microphone, saying, "It's not a question of whether you were smoking weed -- just how much. I mean, it was so bad, Cheech and Chong had to stage an intervention." The whole room went nuts. Ah, that's my boy. Always with the jokes.
So the biggest news of all: Before the party, we went to a Toyota dealer so I could test-drive a Camry. I liked it. I told M to get it for me. So I left, and he dicked around with the sales dude. I can't deal with that part. Anyway, he calls me on the cell and says, "Come get me. These guys are crooks." My heart dropped into my stomach, but then I heard the dude yukking it up in the background. They had reached a deal. Hoo-ray! So we need to get rid of the Focus sometime soon, and we're going to move the registration over to the new car. So I just spent an hour in the freezing-cold garage, Armor Alling everywhere and getting the assortment of change, straw wrappers, etc. out of the car. All I need to do is run it through the car wash and vac it out, which I'll do when the temp hits above freezing. But we should have it by the end of the week. I've never had a new car before -- this one only has 17 miles on it -- and I am jacked.
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