"Personal Day"

I took a "personal" day today to, of all things, register my car. I can't think of anything more impersonal than car registration, yet that is what today is from a work perspective. Apparently, it takes two personal days to do this.

I was at the DMV at 8:30 this morning. I pulled in behind an old Chevy Impala that had been lifted, put on 22" rims, was painted OD-green and had military markings all over the sides. The license plate read "Hoorrah". I thought, there's no way that car is going to pass inspection like that. I pulled up to the stop sign and and a worker directed me to "Line #1" for the inspection of my '06 Jeep. "Line #1" I thought, "that sounds promising". Turns out line #1 is for fleet vehicles. So, I was fourth in line behind the Duck Tour bus/boat, a SWAT vehicle, an ambulance, and a short-bus. Do you have any idea how long it takes to inspect a vehicle designed for water and streets? Thirty minutes. Dr. Dre's car was done (and passed) before the Duck Boat was half finished with inspection.

After the boat, SWAT, the Ambulance, and the short-bus were done, my car was put through the test. I was reading a book, and had allotted the whole morning for this task, so I wasn't too upset that it had taken an hour and a half to get to my car. A woman drove my car out of the bay and said "OK honey, is this yours? You got a dog?", I said "Yes it is and yes I do.". She continued "Well darling, next time you bring this car in you clean it first. You got dog hair all up in here. Some of us are allergic to dog hair. You bring this car in like this again, we ain't gonna even take it in." Was I really getting a lecture about the cleanliness of my Jeep by the DMV worker? At first I thought she was kidding, but as the lecture wore on I realize she was not. "It's just disrespectful to come up in my place of business with your car all full of dog hair. I ain't gonna sneeze and cough all day 'cause you ain't got a vacuum in your house." She said this as she walked back down lane #1 to get her next vehicle (another ambulance). I just stood there in silence, there wasn't much more I could do. My car is extremely clean, which made the lecture that much harder to endure. That's not even taking into consideration the poor grammar!

Moving on.

An older gentleman was standing at a computer terminal and printed up a few sheets of paper that he then put right into a recycling bin (why print them at all if you don't read them?) and a window sticker. Then he pulled a small red box out of his pocket and walked over to my driver door. He rolled my driver window down and clipped the box to my window. I instantly knew I was fucked, I had limo tint on all my windows. He said "You need 70% to pass, you're at 28%.", He didn't say what the 70 or 28 represented. It could have been transparency, or bananas. I said "So that's good?" "NO, THAT"S BAD!". He then stuck a white "inspection failed" sticker on my windshield and gave me a piece of paper explaining how to remedy the problem.

OK, I knew this was going to be a long day. I decided to see if I could delicately dance around the letter of the law. I went home and removed the doors from the Jeep (it's very easy to do, they are made to lift off, and I remove them often). I figured that they can't fail me for tinted windows if I don't have any windows on the car. As you can imagine, this was not well-received at the inspection line. I was sent home and told that if I failed again I would be charged for two inspections. I went home and reluctantly scraped off my $120 tint. It wasn't the end of the world, but it still blows.

I only had time for the inspection today, I didn't actually get it registered. I will try to do this at lunch one other day this week.

The weekend was good. Kay came over Friday night and was here until about 7pm Sunday. I still enjoy her company and haven't found any major foibles yet.

The sex is improving. I think we are officially past that initial exploratory period where you're trying to determine what the girls sexual preferences are. There are so many little variations in technique that can make or break the sex. For instance, some girls really like a finger in the ass during sex, while others don't want you anywhere near that region. It's very polarizing. Most woman seem to like their nipples rubbed or pinched during sex, but the pressure at which you pinch (and there are infinite different pressures) is crucial. Either too hard or too soft and you might as well do nothing at all. The list goes on and on.

This is a little strange. Two weeks ago a silver Infiniti SUV went down my street, and the passenger in the car was a dead-ringer for my hometown ex, Jenna. I did a double-take when I saw her, but figured it was just my imagination fucking with me. When I moved to DC she said she would follow me, but that was three years ago. I haven't spoken a single word to her since I moved, so I never gave it a second thought. That is, until last night when I saw the same car go by with the same girl in it. This time, "Jenna" gave me a smile and raised her eye-brows at me. I have been trying to think how the real Jenna would act if she saw me in the scenario, and I think she would make the driver stop so she could say hello and show me that she followed through on her threat. So I don't think it's the real Jenna, but this girl looks so much like her I'm not 100% convinced. I'll keep my eyes open for her.

That rag, the Examiner, smashed into the front of my house again this morning. I woke up and just laughed, what more can I do? I'll call a few more times this week, but I have very little hope it will do any good.

One last thing. Kay's roommate, Betty, just started seeing some guy. They have gone out on maybe five dates. On Friday night they ended up at Kay and Betty's place, where apparently they slept together. Afterwards, Betty asked the dude if he wanted to stay over, but he declined and shortly thereafter he left. This is the second time they fooled around at her place and he has left. Betty is crushed. I generally don't have a problem with spending the night at a girls place because I'm usually tired after sex. I think she's reading into it too much, but I can't wait to hear what the true reason is. The possibilities are endless. My vote is that he is a recovering heroin addict and needs to be at the clinic early for his Meth dose. This is just a guess, though.