It’s time for the Wednesday spectacular! Now with supersexy-asterisk-bullets!
* A sure sign of the nature of last weekend is the fact that I totally forgot to tell you the story of Wendy not getting arrested. So, we were both illegally parked near Luce, as usual, in the no-parking-after-10pm spots. I was also in the short-term-meter, no-parking-ever,-really spot I always park in. Walking back to our cars close to 11, we noticed that First Avenue had been cleared, and Wendy’s vehicle had gone missing. We found Chico in his spot, two cars ahead of him in the towing queue, with a ticket and TOW IMMEDIATELY notice on him. Two cars enter, one car leaves. It’s always Chico. So, on the way over to the impound lot, Wendy announced that she was perhaps a little worried about her outstanding bench warrant. What if they arrested her at the impound lot? It’s run by the city, not the police, so could they do that? We didn’t know. We went over to face the danger anyway, hoping they’d be apathetic and uninclined to law enforcement late on a Saturday night. Impound-lot man was really unenthused. I fixated on the notice about the scofflaw fine, because I was positive I must owe something for that. I didn’t even know it was a violation! The guy told Wendy they’d take her out to her car, so we went back to Chico to wait to make sure they’d let her go. Bertine was trying to sleep in the back seat, so we decided to wake her with, “DUDE! How much cash do you have on you??” We collectively dug through our wallets and managed to pool an entire $13 for Wendy’s bail. After letting her panic for a while, we decided to tell her the truth. Meanwhile, Wendy had wandered back into the office, which was fully visible from the parking lot, and was standing there messing with her phone while the people behind the glass shuffled around, looking put-upon. I took out my phone, figuring she was going to call, but she was actually writing numbers on her arm in case she really did get arrested. I love that. Every time the guy came back to talk to her, I wondered if he was going to pass handcuffs through the window and order her to put them on. It was a tense few minutes. Finally, she busted out of the joint with her car, all was well, and I got to spend her bail money on the next day’s coffee. * This quarter I’m taking Arabic at MCTC on Monday nights, Iaido on Tuesdays, and Pilates on Wednesdays or Sundays. We’re talking about finding a photography or personal finance class, too, but community ed hasn’t posted their course listings yet. I thought about maybe going back to Bodyshaping for a while, because I love Sandy, and that would help me build the strength back in my right arm, so I can beat you at arm-wrestling. The flexibility in my shoulders is back, but the strength still isn’t there yet. Bodyshaping was like boot camp and I loved it, but that many classes would be kind of a commitment. Hmm. * Speaking of Iaido, I have a belt test coming up in a month or two! It’s with Michelle Sensei, Kore’s mentor, which is really intimidating. I’m not really worried about the test apart from that, though. It’s very unusual for me to feel that way, but there’s something about martial arts where you’re not worried about failing. It’s because every single time you do something, there’s at least a tiny little part of it you’re doing wrong. It’s a constant, ongoing improvement process. If I don’t do great at my belt test, it’s not going to bother me much. The people I train with have been constantly improving for 10 or 20 years already. That’s amazing. * I wish the 3day would put up their 2006 info and registration. I want to sign up right this second, and start fundraising. It’ll be really awesome to be on a team this year. Also, I know you cannot wait for me to hit you up for cash. YES! Well, dammitall, I had more but as usual I must run. More soon!Jenni