The only word for last night: Quagmire.

[Update: 8/26/07 16:15]: “You have to wait here. We’re sending the cars up one-by-one when they say they’re ready. We’re going to have you get up some speed, and do not stop until you get completely into your parking space. They’re already getting tired of pushing…”

So last summer I got stranded in Auburn, WA after the Goo Dolls – Counting Crows concert and needed my roomate to come rescue me. I thought that was the longest it had ever taken me to get home from a concert. Until Rage Against the Machine at Alpine Valley, that is. We are now waiting in what can only be described as a mud pond. Picture about 40,000 people trying to move their cars out of a parking lot. Now replace the parking lot with a flooded field. And make all the people drunk. That’s about what we’re at… Oh, and the cars around us haven’t even moved in like 40 minutes. 🙂 See you in the morning?

Wow. When I said “no room” for cream in my Americano, I didn’t expect that to be quite so literal. Oh, and espresso is hot. Don’t splash it.

I’ve always been a fan of Sci-fi and Fantasy, and my sister left me her copy of this book when she visited this weekend…

1: Take the 60 from Scott and Walsh to the Santa Clara Transit Center.
2: Transfer to the 10 to the airport.
3: Check in.
4: Find out why Southwest is so cheap- they don’t even bother assigning seats. Wow. I guess that makes it easier to overbook…
5: Wait for the plane. 20 extra minutes. 🙁

So on the way home from work on Friday, Jason made an interesting discovery. There exists a plant whose seed pods or stalks or something that you could find lying in the road have extremely long thorns the size of thumbtacks. This part of said plant apparently also has a penchant for bike tires. So much so, in fact, that Jason popped not one, but both of his bike tires on it. And thus ensued some 3 or more hours of finding leaks, patching holes, finding more leaks, buying more patches, patching more holes, replacing tires, and readjusting things until finally, around 11:30pm, his bike was restored to fully working order. Moral of the story: Mother Nature is always out to catch the unwary traveller… especially the environmentally-friendly biker…

Happy 4th of July Everyone! Jason and I took the Caltrain up to San Francisco to see the fireworks tonight. (See photo 😉 ) It was a fun trip, though in all honesty, the fireworks were not significantly better than what we had at home in Green Bay or Madison. I haven’t actually seen Madison’s first hand, but I hear they are more like Seattle’s last summer: pretty sweet and choreographed to music. I wish I could have been there to see yours, Mason… Anyhow, it was a fun afternoon away from work, and for a pleasant change, the Caltrain and Muni were working pretty slick, and we’re getting home as slickly as we got here. I like!

Walmart. $80. I thought I would be titling this post “Sweet New Ride”… But then I actually rode it. It’s going to be a long 7 weeks if I cant find some way to fix or exchange it…