Sunday, September 09, 2007

Return to Coney Island




Went to Coney Island yesterday. We went because this weekend was the last official open weekend of the season. With the land sales and uncertainty of the future of parts of Coney island, we wanted to go one last time. Coney Island will open next season, but it may be quite different.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

In process...


Almost done!

I don't know what part of this makes me happier... the deck, or the fence that blocks the demon neighbor's view of my yard.

Monday, September 03, 2007

The Female Elvis


Janis Martin passed away today.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Turn it all around!

the previous post was really whiney and abrasive, so to balance everything out...

A Small List of Things I Like:

soft serve pistacio ice cream
when someone on television winks, and a "twinkle" sound is added
puppies that haven't "grown" into their feet yet
sleeping until you wake up naturally
scrambled eggs, home fries and toast
pantone 3265
the sound of lawnmowers
swingsets
the aloofness of my cat
fake, plastic food
the sound of a tattoo machine just starting up
tacky holiday decorations

See? I'm not always full of piss and vinegar.

Home Depot, you are dead to me.

The following list is composed of things that were supposed to occur this week. The items marked with a "YES!" did, in fact. happen. The items marked "TOOLBAG!" did not happen.

My Father and I go to HOME (Incompetent assholes) DEPOT last week to place an order for deck building materials. YES!

Man at Home Depot gaurantees delivery for Thursday Morning. YES!

My Father drives to Suburbia from his own home, 100 miles away, the night before the delivery date. YES!

Building Supplies are delivered Thursday morning. TOOLBAG! TOOLBAG! TOOLBAG!


Ahem. Let me explain...

Wednesday when I got home from work, my Father was already there, sitting on my couch watching some zombie movie. There was a message on my answering machine from a guy from Home Depot. Let's call him "Idiot."

In the message, Idiot says that part of my order was out of stock and that he looked at my order and thought there wasn't much I could build without the out of stock item, so he went ahead and cancelled my Thursday delivery, and rescheduled it for Saturday, when the out of stock item would be back in stock. He then says to call him if there is a problem with this. He'll be there until 3pm.

Three? It's now 6 in the evening. I call anyway and the woman who answered says to call back in the morning at 6 AM and they should be able to load the in stock portion of my order and deliver it LIKE WE AGREED UPON and i PAID for.. No where in my delivery contract did it say "If an item is out of stock, an Idiot will assume you don't want ALL THE OTHER STUFF you ordered and will reschedule the entire order, leaving you with nothing to work with."

I call back in the morning and explain the situation to Idiot. Idiot says he tried to call four times and then left a message on the fifth call. Funny, because my phone logs all calls that come in and there was only ONE call from Home Depot. He gets flustered and mutters something about calling and he's lying to me.

The out of stock item is a bunch of wood for the top of the deck, so his assumption that we can't do any work until we have the out of stock item is false. More arguing goes on involving me asking several times why he was making judgement calls regarding what part of my order I need when and him tellimg me some crap about the trucks already leaving so nothing can be loaded on them today anyway. Uh, it's 6 in the morning.

I ask him why the out of stock item wasn't flagged as such in their inventory when we ordered the wood a few days ago. He said it was in stock AT THE TIME WE ORDERED IT, but when it came time to load the truck wednesday, that particular wood size had sold out. Huh? So ordering items from Home Depot for delivery is in no way a guarantee that the item will be available when it is time to be delivered. Because they don't put anything aside for anyone's order. They just hope the items won't sell out between the order date and the delivery date. I ask him all this and he says that yes, that is the way it works. That is a horrible way to process orders. How dumb.

I hang up and then my Father calls back. hehehee

I then walk into the other room to get some breakfast and I keep hearing my Father say, "That's not my fucking problem. Rent a truck. We have a contract," several times.

Then I hear the best thing, ever...
"I don't care if all you have in stock is one nail. We ordered it, so you put it on the truck and fucking deliver it."

So yeah, everything is getting delivered on Saturday, but we did get some money off our order and also free delivery, so that's something.

I really hope the delivery shows up on Saturday.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Deck Deck, Goose.

Construction of my deck started last weekend...

There is now a piece of string in my yard that marks where the deck will be. It also keeps people from falling into the post holes that were dug. My neighbors have a little yippy annoying dog that runs into my yard all the time, and it would be quite a shame if one of them tripped and fell into one of the holes while running around my yard yelling at their dog at 3 in the morning, like they do ALMOST NIGHTLY. I feel bad for that dog. It's not her fault that her owners are such jerks.

Another great thing about this deck is that there will be a fence on one end to block the jerks from staring and snickering at me while I'm simply trying to grill a frankfurter in my own yard.

I can't wait.

Food Fighters!



I've been looking for these things for a while now. They were made in the late eighties. These don't seem to have had a very big production run.. it's proving to be very difficult to find any of them. I saw one on Ebay the other day. Just ONE. What the hell?

I think either Mattel only made about 73 of these things, or some weirdo in a basement somewhere is hoarding them. In this day and age of internet bidding sites and flea markets, I think it should be easier to find these toys.

Look at how funny this is...


I really like the fight scene on the package, although the tile looks like bathroom tile, as opposed to kitchen tile...

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Look Familiar?


It's the Monkey Head Robot from Sharper Image!

I saw it at Coney Island this weekend. Right next to the chimp-bot was a mannequin that you could make dance around for either 25 or 50 cents, I can't remember. Either way, it's worth it.

More Coney Island...


Nice sign...


This made me laugh...

The Coney Island Rockabilly Festival

I recently bought a video camera, so I recorded a few of the bands this weekend.

They can be seen here...
www.youtube.com/suburbanwonderland

Hot Dogs and Upright Bass

This weekend I went to the Coney Island Rockabilly Festival. Saw great music, went on the Wonder Wheel and waited far too long in a line for a certain famous hot dog.




I kept seeing this dog trotting around on the boardwalk...

Monday, August 20, 2007

The Old Staircase Guard




When I was younger, my Grandparents kept this life-sized, jewel-eyed snake on the bottom of their staircase to keep us kids from going up the stairs and possibly falling and cracking our noggins open. It was a big wooden staircase so i can understand why we were banned from climbing around there unless they were around. The snake worked.. we were all scared of this thing and swore it moved when we went near it.

This past year, both my Grandparents passed away, and their house was sold. I wondered what happened to the snake. It turns out my father had taken it out of the house during the big cleanout before it was put on the market. It now resides in my living room in Suburbia. And it's going to stay there too... this sort of thing is more important to me than anything of monetary value. The snake is full of memories, and you can't buy those.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Graceland.


TODAY IS THE 30TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF ELVIS.

It's in caps because it is important.

Heartbreak Hotel of Horrors...

I'm subscribed to an Elvis news mailing list because I'm a dork, and today I got a message about this Elvis robot thingy...


Creepy, eh?

It sort of reminds me of this monkey head robot that I saw at a Sharper Image last year. Here's a video I found of some guy talking about the monkey head....


The cheese-ball part of me wants to like the Elvis-bot. The sane part of me thinks that if I saw that thing in person, I'd recoil in horror. I don't know. It seems like something some idiot would buy and then have out at parties.

Uh, that being said... I have a tiny Dean Martin robot that makes appearances at shin-digs around here. In my defense though... the Dean-bot is a very cartoony version of Mr. Martin and therefore not nearly as creepy as the Elvis thing. Also, the Dean-bot is an entire robot, not a bust sort of thing like the Elvis.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Truer Words Were Never Said



My friend Myk's birthday was on Saturday, and there was pie. Because pie is better than cake.

It was also my father's birthday, and every year my Father calls Myk and they wish each other a happy birthday. Generally my father will call him at like 5 in the morning and wake him up in the name of comedy, but this year he called at a reasonable hour.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Another reason why not EVERYONE needs a cell phone...

If I am sitting in my car at a stop sign, and you are driving while blathering away on your cell phone and you rear-end me WHILE I'M FULLY STOPPED, I should have the right to hop out of my car and punch you in the throat.

Just sayin'.

An observation

My friend Chet mentioned this the other day...
"Pretty much all of your projects end with "And then I just shellaced the hell out if it."


It's funny because it's true.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

My lucky day

This actually happened the day before my identity theft adventure...

I'm building a deck in my backyard. Nothing fancy... just a ground-level platform deck where I can throw a shindig and my friends will have somewhere to sit without their chair-legs sinking into my weed-laden lawn.

Normally, I wouldn't bother with a building permit, but my neighbors to the left hate my very existence. I fear that they would rat me out and cause my little project to be dismantled by the city building inspector. I don't even know WHY they seem so disgusted and put out by me living next to them. I say hello whenever I see them and they refuse to acknowledge me. I don't get it.

Anyway...
I called the building department and was told I would need to show up and present my project to the board. Uh. Oh boy. I know nothing about construction. I had my father help me fill out the permit application, and draw up all the diagrams for the deck.
If they ask me anything, there is a good chance I won't be able to answer them.

So I show up at the board office with a little folder brimming with applications and scematic drawings. I'm nervous. If they deny my application, that's it. There isn't another place I can go for a building permit. There isn't some sort of competing city building department. They're it.

I walk into the room and the committee is sitting behind a giant oak table. I'm on the other side, with my folder of crap.
I start explaining the project and spreading out all these drawings.

Then I hear this: "You don't need a permit. You're building what's called a "patio." He said "patio" in the same way you would say "bread" to someone who just stupidly asked you what you should hold sandwich meat together with. I'm surprised the guy didn't use air-quotes.

As I was walking out, the guy who walked me to the exit of the application room said " No permit! This must be your lucky day!"

And it was. Until the next day when some jackass tried to swipe my identity.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Shove it.



The above picture sums up how I feel right now.
I've been dealing with this whole identity theft crap all day, and I'm still not finished squaring everything up. I've got to go to the bank tomorrow and iron some stuff out. This is crazy.

Everytime I think about this, I picture the Rockettes in a kick-line with top hats singing "Identity Theft" over and over again while kicking and waving their hats in the air. I don't know why.

Aaaannnnnd, to top off my great day... I get home and the sidewalk on my side of the street has been removed. All that is left is really deep, soft dirt the entire length of the street. Something to do with the water lines or something. I hope a new sidewalk gets put in soon. The woman that lives next to me is in a motorized wheelchair and now she can't leave her property because her wheels can't make it through the dirt... she gets stuck.

Yowzaa.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

The moths in my wallet are all you will get.

Today, some guy called me and claimed to be from the bank that I took my mortgage out with. He asked me for some information that if he WAS from my mortgage company, he would already know. I didn't answer anything specifically. He did, however, know some things about accounts I hold. He said he was an assistant and that someone would call me back tomorrow with a possible lower rate or something. I hung up and then I called back and the number he called from had been disconnected.

How odd.

I called my mortgage company to see if any calls to my number were logged. None were.

Sooooooooooo, I freaked out and just spent the last 3 hours changing every online password I carry and froze every single ATM and credit card for both me personally and Bag Lunch, and am setting up new accounts. Now I have no access to any of my money, but no one else does either.

This whole thing is probably nothing, but I'm stressed out none the less.

Please leave your name and number...

I don't use a cell phone, and I'm doing just fine. I like not being teathered to an electronic leash. This article, from wired.com is great...

"Ten Reasons To Throw Away Your Cellphone
By Rob Beschizza July 31, 2007

It makes your life more complicated
A phone is just another thing that checks email, holds information and schedules events, and which has to be carefully kept in sync with all the other crud in your life that checks email, holds information and schedules events. The difference? This one likely has a 240 pixel-wide screen and a shabby interface spawned from the hellish loins of Windows CE.

It's horribly expensive
Total Cost of Ownership. Apply that idea to everything, not just cars and mortgages. The fact is that most cellphones will cost you thousands over the life of the contract. Short of paying-as-you-go with a Wal-Mart crapdybar, you're in it for a good $1,000, and about $2,000 or so with a smartphone.

It enslaves you to a one-sided contract
This is the magic that allows the previous item to happen, but is sufficiently vile to warrant an entry of its own. Everyone is at it, but the most iconic example of how times have changed is AT&T: Ma Bell has reglued itself together with almost Marxian inevitability, but now has the advantage of having countless customers under astonishingly abusive contract terms. Take that, deregulation.

It makes you perpetually available
If it's on, they can get you. If it's off, they wonder why they can't get you. It's a lose-lose situation for your Zen.

It is boring
The hype tsunami surrounding Apple's iPhone reveals that even something minimally inventive can completely wire public interest in what is otherwise a completely hidebound and risk-averse industry. Are we in the future yet?

It must constantly be recharged
Unless you want to hoik around a brick, the chances are you're recharging it daily. Screw fuel-cells: with WiFi, BlueTooth, WWAN and whatever else, we need AAA-size disposable fission reactors to keep these buggers awake.

It knows where you are
GPS is in every box, but you can't use it for much. The government loves to watch them without warrants or probable cause: if it's in your pocket, you are Robocop and The Man is Dick Jones.

It encourages stupid people to become a public menace
Forget about whether talking on cellphones while driving should be illegal: the fact remains that it is stupid. I know that you are perfectly capable of the mental gymnastics required for all this — you are a hypercephalic Gadget Lab reader — but it's best that you stop now, so as not to encourage lesser minds to attempt similar feats. Some are now being caught texting while driving. Just pull the car over, for heaven's sake!

Ubiquitous pleather accessory shops
Mallbound Cellphone crap shacks are an offense to nature. On the bright side, they support the whitewashed pegboard industry.

It turns you into a public annoyance
Hell is other people's ringtones."

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Road Worn and Weary

We decide to leave. We attempt to visit a zoo that I noticed on a billboard... that didn't pan out.. When we got there the zoo seemed to have oh, I don't know, something like 3 dogs and a cat.

So then we spot this....

...we obviously had to stop.

I got a Klondike Bar and myk bought a fake tattoo from a quarter machine and promtly slapped it on his neck.
It's still only around 5 in the afternoon, so we decide to go to Mohegan Sun. It only took us three hours to get there from Pennsylvania.

We lost some money, ate a big ol' meal then drove back to Massachusetts.

The Horror!

Dissapointing car show, ok.. so we decide to go grab a seat on the patio and check out some music.

COVER BAND! A cover band! A freaking cover band!

There is a difference between a band that peppers their set with a few good covers, and a band that throws one or two original songs in with an ENTIRE SETLIST OF COVERS!

They played "At the Hop." Seriously. That is hack.

This is me, watching a cover band...

...See how thrilled I look? See how I'm trying to remain expressionless so that I can appear somewhat polite?

The few, the proud....

Ok. Ok. So the car show was less then desirable. That's ok. There were still a few cars that were neat-o....


King of the Road

On Saturday, Myk, his girlfriend Allison, and I went to Pennsylvania for the Rockabilly Run in Scranton. From everything I've heard about it,.. it was supposed to be a BIG car show, with bands all day and vendors.. the usual. I also kept hearing that it's comparable to The Road Agents Rumble, so what better way to spend a Saturday?

So we piled into my shit-box car and drove the 5 hours to get there...





When we got there, we saw about a dozen or so cars out front. We figure that these must be cars that missed the cut-off date
or they're kit-cars or whatever and were denied entry. After we found some free parking we treked over to the event, and it turns out.. Those were the cars.. ALL of them. The whole car show had only 18 cars. That's less than a cruise night!

what?

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

The KING size.

I'm a sucker. I will purchase pretty much anything that has Elvis slapped on it. So last year when I heard about these Limited Edition Elvis-themed peanut butter cups that would be out this August, a glimmer lit in my eye.

I've finally found them for sale. They're peanut butter and banana flavored, for obvious reasons, and they aren't all that good. They aren't bad, but not good enough to purchase again. I like the fact that the package says "The King Size." Get it? See, Elvis is "The King," and the ones I bought are king-sized, so.. see get it? eh?


Anyway, I stole this picture from www.candyblog.net.

The Giant Pizza Playground

See this thing....

...it's a giant pizza that kids can play on.

This thing is located at the Smithsonian National Zoological Park, and according to their website, "At the Kids' Farm Giant Pizza Playground, kids can climb all over a colorful, rubber-surfaced pizza, crawl through a giant olive, move huge mushroom slices, and hide behind a tomato."

Doesn't that sound fantastic?

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Rust.

I love this. Pinstriping right over the rust. It looks so tough.


Pinstripes...

Random pinstriping spotted at the rumble...



Painless Paulie's Pinstripes...

In addition to pushing ink into skin, Paul has a wide range of artistic talents under his belt, including pinstriping. This is his friend's car, whose name escapes me, but anyway...



He wants to teach me to pinstripe, and I really want to learn under him, but I can't take on something else right now. I need to steamroll through all my other projects and THEN I'll have time to get into another hobby.

More Rumbling...





Heehee, my reflection in the metal...

Rumble Rumble Rumble

Saturday, Myk and I went to The Road Agents Rumble in East Hartford, Conneticut.

My friend Paul showed up with his bike, which was neat since I don't get to see him very often. I have no idea what sort of bike he has, but as soon as he hopped off, cats swarmed it to gawk. I suppose thats cool.

Since my camera got stolen and I haven't replaced it yet, Myk took all these pictures. I basically walked around all day and pointed at things for him to snap. It was sort of like having a personal photographer. It's odd, I go to a lot of car shows, but I know almost nothing about what is going on under these hoods. I just dig the clean lines and design aesthetics.

I love this car...


Car in car.. how artsy fartsy!


This color combination was really really great, reminds me of a creamsicle...




Oh yes! Music too! I got to see Levi Dexter perform, which was swell because I haven't seen him in person before and the last time he was on the East Coast was 1979 or 89 i believe. I was either not alive yet, or seven.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Dee Plane! Dee Plane!

I have an irrational fear of flying. It doesn't stop me from traveling, but it's annoying for those sitting around me on a plane if there is any sort of turbulence. The article below, from popular Mechanics, is really comforting. Especially the last line.

Safest Seat on a Plane: PM Investigates How to Survive a Crash
In the wake of nearly 200 passenger deaths in a Brazilian airliner accident, we take an exclusive look at 36 years’ worth of NTSB reports and seating charts. The best way to live through a disaster in the sky? Move to the back of the Airbus.

By David Noland
Published on: July 18, 2007

MYTH: It Doesn't Matter Where You Sit

"It's like a lottery to pick your seat."
-Nora Marshall, passenger survival expert, National Transportation Safety Board


"One seat is as safe as the other."
-Boeing Web site


"It's an age-old question. There's just no way to say."
-Federal Aviation Administration spokesman


"There is no safest seat."
-airsafe.com


REALITY: It's Safer In the Back.
The funny thing about all those expert opinions: They're not really based on hard data about actual airline accidents. A look at real-world crash stats, however, suggests that the farther back you sit, the better your odds of survival. Passengers near the tail of a plane are about 40 percent more likely to survive a crash than those in the first few rows up front.

That's the conclusion of an exclusive Popular Mechanics study that examined every commercial jet crash in the United States, since 1971, that had both fatalities and survivors. The raw data from these 20 accidents has been languishing for decades in National Transportation Safety Board files, waiting to be analyzed by anyone curious enough to look and willing to do the statistical drudgework.

And drudgework it was. For several weeks, we poured over reports filed by NTSB crash investigators, as well as seating charts that showed where each passenger sat and whether they lived or died. We then calculated the average fore-and-aft seating position of both survivors and fatalities for each crash.

We also compared survival rates in four sections of the aircraft. Both analytical approaches clearly pointed to the same conclusion: It's safer in the back.

In 11 of the 20 crashes, rear passengers clearly fared better. Only five accidents favored those sitting forward. Three were tossups, with no particular pattern of survival. In one case, seat positions could not be determined.

In seven of the 11 crashes favoring back-seaters, their advantage was striking. For example, in both the 1982 Air Florida accident in Washington, D.C., and the 1972 crash of an Eastern 727 at New York's Kennedy Airport, the handful of survivors were all sitting in the last few rows. And when a United DC-8 ran out of fuel near Portland, Ore., in 1978, all seven passengers who died were sitting in the first four rows.

Oddly, the five accidents that favored front-cabin passengers all occurred between 1988 and 1992. In the 1989 United DC-10 accident in Sioux City, Iowa, for example, the majority of the 175 survivors sat ahead of the wing.

There was just one crash in which passengers in the front had a pronounced survival advantage. The only two fatalities in a 1989 USAir runway accident at LaGuardia were both sitting in Row 21 in the 25-row Boeing 737-400.

Where detailed seating charts were available, we also calculated survival rates for various parts of the passenger cabin. Again, the trend was clear: The rear cabin (seats located behind the trailing edge of the wing) had the highest average survival rate at 69 percent. The overwing section had a 56 percent survival rate, as did the coach section ahead of the wing. First/business-class sections (or in all-coach planes, the front 15 percent) had an average survival rate of just 49 percent.

So when the "experts" tell you it doesn't matter where you sit, have a chuckle and head for the back of the plane. And once your seatbelt is firmly fastened, relax: There's been just one fatal jet crash in the U.S. in the last five-plus years.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Gateway Drug

I drive around Boston quite often. The city is full of HORRIBLE drivers, so I end up flip people off a lot while manuevering around the streets, in addition to swearing like a sailor out my window. (Hi Mom!)

But lately, it's not enough. I feel as if "flipping the bird" doesn't have the power that it once had. I need something more. Something with more meaning. Something that will really let a person know how much of a tool they are.

Right now, the only thing that elicits a big reaction anymore is blowing kisses to furious road-raged drivers. It makes them even more angry, which is endlessly amusing.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Hunting in the Sun.

Went to the Brimfield flea market this weekend. Brimfield happens 3 times a year, and I go everytime it rolls around. The July week of Brimfield is always tough to get through....it's just too hot out there in the fields to really enjoy yourself. It ends up being a battle against the sun and dehydration.

Anyway, I ended up finding 6 custard cups in my dish pattern, sold to me by the fellows that I bought the casserole dishes from back in May, a Chuck Berry gig poster, a few records and a few old magazine ads that I'm going to frame and hang in my kitchen.

pretty exciting.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Farewell, Mr. Butch


from bostonist.com...

"Boston Has Lost Mr. Butch

Harold Madison Jr., also known as Mr. Butch, died Thursday morning after his scooter crashed into a pole in Newton Square. Madison was pronounced dead at Brigham and Women's Hospital a short time after the accident occurred, according to Regeneration Tattoo, the Allston tattoo and record shop whose staff has long looked out for and after Mr. Butch.

Known throughout Boston circles as "the King of Kenmore Square" for more than three decades, Mr. Butch was recognizable by his dreadlocked hair, fondness for Miller High Life and musical stylings. He was often seen playing guitar in the Kenmore Square area - including gigs at The Underground and The Rathskellar - throughout the 1980s and 1990s. He relocated (read: was forced by police to relocate) to Allston in the late 1990s and had been there ever since. He was featured in a 2002 documentary.

A memorial service is being planned and has been tentatively scheduled for Monday."

As a former Allston-dweller, I am saddened.

"A shingle with a shimmy and a shake"

Last night I picked up three more vinyl and chrome barstools that i got off craigslist. They are in perfect condition. How fantastic.

A lot of people build tiki bars or midcentury bars in their basement "rec rooms".. but I don't drink, so I'm building a diner.

I hunt around for authentic midcentury furnishing for everything in my house, and stuff for the diner is no exception. I'm not opposed to repro stuff... my living room set is repro, but It's always nice to find authentic. These last three stools are repro, and the ones I picked up a few weeks ago are authentic. Luckily, they blend together nicely.

This diner will take a lot of work, Besides the actual construction of the lunch counter, I've got to rip up the carpet that's down there, throw down some tile and paint the walls. Some electrical re-wireing has to be done, as well as the addition of a sink, so that the space is actually functional as a "diner."

I like to throw shindigs, and this will open up a whole new area where people can mill around when I'm entertaining. Very exciting.

by the way... it's buttered toast with jam or jelly.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Damn.

Two Hundred and twenty bills later, Chris's car is out of the tow lot.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Wonderful.

I have really great neighbors that live across the street. We'll call them "Dan"" and "Mary." Dan and Mary asked me to watch their house for them while they vacation on Cape Cod from Friday to Tuesday. No problem. I've looked after things for them before, and will gladly do it again.

SOOOOOOO.... Some friends and I went to a demolition derby (which is a whole other story). We met up at my house to drive from there. When my friend Chris arrived, I told him to park his car in their driveway so that it would look like someone was home there. Fine. ( A lot of people seem to think that houses won't be broken into if a car is in the driveway because it looks like someone is home, I somewhat agree...it can't hurt anyway.)

We go to the derby, have a grand old time and then get back to my house around 12:30 Sunday night (or monday morning, whatever). As I'm driving down the street I notice Chris's car is gone. Oh good. It's been stolen. I hope Dan and Mary's house wasn't broken into!

Then I notice a light on in Dan and Mary's house. I call Mary.....

Mary says Dan came home early from their vacation, saw the car and went around to all the neighbors to see who it belonged to. I, of course, wasn't home. Dan thinks maybe it's mine. Mary tells him that I would have left a note or called them. (I didn't call them because I didn't want to interrupt their vacation, because they weren't supposed to be back until Tuesday. I was just trying to help them out by keeping a car there!) After much hemming and hawing, Dan had the car towed. The police showed up to make sure it wasn't a stolen vehicle and blah blah blah....it's at a tow lot.

I call Dan and get the number for the tow company and call 'em. They don't open until 8am. Oh wonderful. Chris is freaking out. I'm obviously going to pay to get the car out because this is all my fault, so there is no need for him to worry about it.
I suggest he sleeps in my spare room, so that we can go to the tow lot right when it open, because the tow lot is actually less than two miles from my house. Chris says he needs to sleep in his own bed and that I need to drive him back to his house in Dorchester. I would normally not mind at all, except now I have to go pick him up at 7 in the morning tomorrow so that we can be back at the tow lot when it opens.. it's now 2:30 in the morning.

This could all have been avoided if i simply called Dan and Mary to let them know I parked a car in their driveway. I was simply trying to make it look as if thier house wasn't empty!

Hopefully there are no problems getting the car out of the lot tomorrow...