
Yes, I am going to be terrible tonight and skip out on you. Worked kicked my ass, and just as I began driving home with dreams of a shiny new bottle of wine to help turn my piss into drunken giggles, I got a flat tire. You'd think that a guy pushing thirty might know how to throw on a spare, but it's at this point that I should remind you: I can't even tie knots.
Had to take a cab home. The cab arrived 25 minutes later than the dispatcher claimed it would, and I had to share the backseat with an elderly gentleman who insisted on telling me the current market value of every single house we passed. I'm usually game to humor complete strangers, but tonight was definitely an exception. I killed the louse and pushed his body out of the window. The driver didn't mind.
Now I'm waiting for someone to come help rescue my car, which is currently resting limp on a street that I'm only 35% positive I remember the name of. I don't think tonight's shaping up to have the right set of circumstances that I prefer to write under.

UPDATE: It's 10:45 right now, and I just returned home with a haphazardly repumped tire that's going to need urgent replacing in the morning. I'd tell you more, but I have to save the juiciest details for the major motion picture soon to go into production based on this experience.
The short version: No real blog entry tonight, unless you count this one. Up way up top, I've given you an IOU coupon redeemable at my discretion. Either I'll do two entries in 24 hours later this month, or I'll extend the Summer Megaparty by a day.
And I never did get that wine. Motherfucker.
Posted by Matt on 07/11/2008. E-mail me!










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