We're on our way back to New Haven now after an absolutely great weekend in the Maryland/D.C area. So far there's no traffic, and I hope I don't jinx it by writing it here. I'm pretty sure jinxes only work when you say them, not when you write them. I don't know about posting online, however.
We left really late to avoid the weekend traffic that we hit on the way here, so we spent part of the day on the Jocelyn reality tour of UMaryland and the rest hanging out with Joc's friends Heather and Cole. I heard an amazingly strange story while I was there, and I have to share it.
So Cole has a car that he doesn't use very much, and he just keeps it in the parking garage near his and Heather's apartment. His car happens to be an old, gigantic, sea-foam colored shit-blaster with the license plate "Sea Cow". Yesterday he used it for the first time in a week, and noticed something stuck under the windshield wipers.
It happened to be a burned CD, in a cow-patterned case, entitled "Mooosic". Under the title was a little inscription that read, "A gift to the Sea Cow, for making my days at the Woodmont Parking Garage a little bit brighter."
I don't even know what to say about that, except that it seems that someone in the Woodmont Parking Garage has a lot of time on their hands, and likes fun projects.
Incidentally, Cole is upping the ante and putting a new double CD under his windshield wipers for the mysterious "mooosic" person to pick up, entitled "SeaD Foam". I guess there are two people in the same garage with time and and penchants for fun projects.
The whole deal is very dubious, and since they're inside the Beltway I can't help but think there may be some sort of Deepthroat-type secret communication afoot. Maybe Cole will end up with some sort of encoded CD with NSA information inside.
Off topic, why is Avril Lavigne always singing about how she knows about life, and how it's so tough and hard? She's a teenage pop-queen from Canada. It must be hard for her, having legions of teeny-bopping followers that treat her words as gospel, not to mention living in a country whose biggest problem is an inferiority complex. Oh, and by the way, how's that socialized health-care working out? Maybe she can work out her angsty depression for free.
Back to driving now, because wouldn't you know it, we just hit the New Jersey Turnpike and its fucking perennial traffic.