Well, last week I swallowed my pride and marched right into city hall to explain my little meter mishap. The woman I spoke with was extremely understanding and after a few clicks of her computer mouse, declared me parking ticket-free.
As I mentioned in my last post, my parents were away for the weekend so I spent a few days back at home holding down the fort with Emily. I arrived after work on Friday, and I took my things right upstairs to put in the guest room, which is the bedroom I lived in until I moved out in December. I've seen it since I moved out, but this time the furniture was rearranged and the shelves were cleared, and I said to Emily, "Wow! It looks so different in here!"
"Yeah," she said, "except the curtains are still upside-down, which is how you hung them whenever you got them."
Four years I lived with those curtains. Never once did I realized that they were hanging upside down.
And now I'm thinking maybe I should have majored in interior design.
On Saturday we woke up early because we had things to do and cars to drive. That's right. Emily just got her driver's permit, so Saturday morning we took a trip over to a local office park so that she could get behind the wheel. She had gone out with my dad twice before, and I was impressed with her skillz. After a little bit I decided that she could use some more work on her turns, and at that exact moment A BRILLIANT THOUGHT popped into my head.
I directed Emily toward two islands with some decorative shrubbery and told her to drive figure eights around them.
She put that car right into park faster than you can say turning radius, looked at me, and said, "OH NO. NO WAY. I AM NOT DRIVING DRIVING FIGURE EIGHTS AROUND THOSE BUSHES."
The reasoning behind her refusal had something to do with the fact that she will likely never have to actually drive figure eights on the roadway, but to that I say, YOU NEVER KNOW.
However, for the rest of the session we steered clear of any trick maneuvers.
Steered clear. Get it?
Lest you think our afternoon o' fun ended there, let me assure you that it did not. After our driving session we went to the car wash because OH THE DAMAGE that the pollen is doing to my car. I even shelled out a few extra bucks for the Special Rainbow Polish because I was feeling fancy and fiscally frivolous. It really just looked like a lot of blue soap.
The rest of the weekend consisted of Matt taking us out for dinner, lots of singing (me) and subsequent eye rolling (Em) and then renting one of the worst movies of all time. We were about twenty minutes in when Emily looked at me and said, "Well if YOU want to watch something else, I wouldn't be mad." You better believe I had Made of Honor in that DVD player in twenty seconds flat. HELLOOOO Patrick Dempsey.
On Sunday we ate chicken pot pies for lunch and then went driving once more. I wanted to give Emily another opportunity to have a lesson with one of the World's Greatest Drivers.
I just won't be giving her any advice on parking meters.