Friday, September 30, 2005

I'm at the gas station yesterday, paying ridiculous amounts of money for gas ($3/gallon), and a guy comes up to me and says, "I like your car".

My car is a 1993 Acura Integra with 78,000 miles. It's the first new car I bought for myself, and I took great care of it. Still do, mostly. But I don't really drive it, obviously, except that with the hatchback you can fit almost anything in it. Especially if you're willing to leave the hatch open, which I've done many times crossing the Bay Bridge coming back from IKEA.

Now, let me digress and say that my car is a time capsule. Mainly because the last time I seriously drove it was when I got it in 1993 through 1995 when I drove to work every day. Then I started traveling every week, and in 1997, when I moved to Chicago, I put it in storage (in my parent's drive-in basement) and it didn't come out until we moved out here. So my glove compartment is a treasure trove of Texas maps, Goody headache powders (Monique knows why they're there), and ancient sunglasses.

So I was a bit surprised when the guy at the gas station said he liked my car. Then he told me that he had a car like it, a long time ago, and had a great time driving it. And he walked back to his Mercedes with a smile on his face. That's it--my car is officially vintage. And cool!

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

I am, Because I Blog

Guess who I saw today! Mighty Girl! Yes, Conor, Lucy and I were in Tartine having breakfast. I can't wait to see if we make her blog. Keep checking her site for the over-educated under-stimulated mom who drags her progency to inappropriate venues!

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