It has been so long, for a prolific blogger like me, and I have so much to share.
I had to get a new ID the other day. I sat at the DMV for 2.5 hours waiting for number 202. As I was reading my book, an older man sat down next to me. Graying hair and thin thin. I smile and next thing you know he is rocking and humming to himself. Well doesnt that just figure. I continue reading and notice he is reading over my shoulder. Man, one of these guys! Finally, they get to #199 so I close my book and await good old #202. The man next to me says, "You have a very pretty book there miss." "Why thank you, " I say, sounding confused. He runs his finger over the authors name, "Tolstoy..." and then bust out some kinda Russian Literature lecture on the difficulties of reading Tolstoy etc etc. Well slap my ass and call me Sally! It is kinda nice when looks can be deceiving.
After doing the whole photo, sign your name, you wanna be an organ donor thing I had to pee so bad that i risked a trip to the DMV toilet. It was scary and gross like i thought it would be, but the graffiti on the walls is what surprised me. I expected a lot of, "hell is like the dmv" kinda stuff. Instead as I hovered above the toilet i read a nice collection of political insights.
"I hate Bush. I dont hate him but he seems to be making mistakes. It doenst matter if you hate him or like him you have to vote to make a change. I think that the war in iraq is wrong. I think it is good."
And on and on and on. It was as good of a political discussion as I have heard in a while. There were some nuggets of truth and kindness in there, and not just the ones floating in the toilet.
All in all, not a bad trip to the DMV. At least it was interesting.
Happiest of all happy birthday wishes to my co-worker Thunderpussy. Toiling away in Farmington, she is braver then me. My reluctance to travel back to that town is, i believe, about to screw some of my satellite co-workers. I certainly didnt mean for that to happen. It is just a rumor right now but if it pans out, oh i do apologize. I owe you a beer when I see you next (oh Ely, I can hardly wait to hate you too).
Happy St. Patricks day to all. Read this article about the history of the holiday and amaze your friends while getting soused at your local bar.