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Last night, after driving a friend home, I had my first ever driver/passenger-in-car-beside-me at a stoplight interaction. It was the U-District, he was presumably a drunk college student. I think he was trying to get me to follow them to a party. If I'd realized how damned long the light was going to be, I would have rolled down the windows and tried to say witty things. After I left the light, and they moved on, the next song my cd played was Fight For Your Right To Party (RIP Adam Yauch). I pondered my missed opportunities.

Housesitting

Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm housesitting. Dude! I have access to a car! And a huge tv with surround sound! Also, dog. This means that I get to bring kehrli out to North Seattle and we watch ridiculous Nick Cage movies while playing with the dog. (First, Face/Off, last night, Con Air. Up next, The Rock)