As a kid I was all about St. Patrickss day. Really the truth of that matter is that I was into ALL holidays. Didn't matter what it was, it was a holiday and gave you an excuse to get all festive and fun. St. Patrick's day was no different. I always looked forward to going to the St.P's parade in Bay City every year and a couple times I got to be in it! I'd dress in green and paint a 4 leaf clover on my cheek etc. Totally fun, even though it was freezing out usually.
As I got older however, the "fun" of it all slowly waned away and it just turned into an excuse for people to get sloppy drunk on cheap green beer and act stupid... (Not a fan. The amount of people that I can actually stand while drunk are few... Generally they just annoy me and I get angry at them and cannot wait to ditch them.)
Exactly!
So, as you may have guessed, now days St.P's day really doesn't hold anything special for me. Sorry, I'm just a stick in the mud. (No really, I'm not overly fun unless I get a bit tipsy.. Then watch out because I'm a loud mouth and if I had a clone with the same attitude I have, I would pretty much be hatin' all over myself...)
With all this said, yesterday which was St.P's day was a normal work day for me with nothing special happening. Well, I think that St. Patrick got wise to my non-celebrating and had some plans for me to pay for my ignoring him. At about 11pm, I went to Meijer to pick up a friend from work 'cause he needed a ride. I did and then we started down the road to home. Unfortunately I managed to hit a Grand Canyon, Sink hole, pothole and it popped my tire.
(See my last blog posting....)
So, I pulled over and turned on the flashers and all that fun stuff. I had to remove my craft-selling folding table from my truck (As it's been there for over a year now... Ask my friends as they were all concerned that I had a body in there for the longest time because it would bump around a lot. But no, no body...just a trunk full of my laziness..) Then I pulled up the carpet, trunk floor thingie to get to my spare tire. Thank you Audi for having a full sized spare hidden away back there!! I'm pretty sure it was original to the car as it looked brand new still. (Seriously, I'm the only one to get a fucking flat in the 14 years my car has been alive??)
I got the tire out and then got my jack out of the nifty side compartment that it's held in, in the trunk. (Seriously Audi, you're fancy and I love you for that. If only you weren't so fucking expensive to own... STOP breaking!)
Now here comes the fun part. The Jack..... Want to talk about the craziest looking thing you ever seen? I seriously spun that thing around and looked at it from all angles for a good 15 mins before I gave up and just decided to try it. Seriously, the way it looks.... In my head Physics says no...
The fuck?
You put this thing under the car on the ground on an angle like that. The you pull the handle out and crank it it. It seems like this thing is really not going to work at all, but amazingly it worked like a charm!! Like worked really well actually! Though I will admit that I was just waiting for it to fall over and I would somehow end up trapped under the car....
I successfully got my tire changed and really felt manly after that. Because let's face it, me and manly are not used in the same sentence unless the words "are not" or "is not" is also used... I'm fine with that, I am who I am, live with it bitches!
So I got the tire changed and then saw that the spare needed some air badly... Thankfully we were still right by Meijer and it's gas station. I got my car over there and pulled up to the air pump just to see it was already being used by Neil's coworker... Because I don't want to necessarily (always) want to be a completely evil asshole, I will just say that I do not care for her...... or her trashy ways.... She just a trashy kinda girl that just emanates ignorance.... ANYWAY... We got the spare filled up and we were back on our way. I probably gave myself whiplash dodging potholes....
So we were heading home, and there is one spot you have to cross some train tracks. No lights on or any other kind of warning that there is a train nearby. I cross the tracks and out of the corner of my eye I see a bright light and the outline of a train..... Seriously! We crossed and I looked in my rearview mirror and no train... I did a double take then said to Neil "Am I smoking crack, or was there a train right there!?" He replied that he thinks that park there sometimes because Billy (My handsome partner) said that he has seen the same thing. I dump out the load of kittens I just had when thinking I was about to be hit by a train and continued on.
At this point I'm saying to myself, "just make it home without getting killed because apparently St. Patrick has it out for me tonight..
We continue on.
Into a fucking herd of deer crossing the road! I noticed them to be able to stop in time thankfully and they trotted their happy little (well Big I guess) deer selves across the road.
"Come at me bro!"
Now I'm really sure that something is out to get me. Because seriously, how much can life fuck with you in a night!?
We make it home without further incident.
After telling Billy all about the nights adventures I get ready for bed because by now it's WAY past my bed time and I can't get up on time in the morning as it is... I go out into the living room to say goodnight and as I'm about to leave the living room I notice one of the cats starting to do the jerky lizard move on the back of the couch....
We have two cats and a chihuahua. One cat Mayfare, will do the meow of death which kinda sounds like the grim reaper coming for you if the grim reaper was a cat. It's a good warning though because it gives you time to chase her down, grab her, and get her onto the linoleum in the kitchen. (Easier to clean up.) Myranda on the other hand doesn't give a warning and you see her just start convulsing (The jerky lizard) and you know your time is limited. (Bitch) Well it was Myranda on the back of the couch and she was doing the jerky lizard.... So I ran over and grabbed her and then ran to the kitchen.... Not fast enough... Nope. Just before I got there she projectile vomited in mid air and it splattered all over the little bar we have right there in front of the kitchen.
Fucking Kill Me.
"My hobbies are licking myself bald, meowing in the middle of the night,
and throwing up all over everything without warning."
At this point I don't think that my mind could take it anymore and I just got that beat down look on my face and cried "I just want to go to bed!" Billy immediately fell over on the couch and just lost it in laughter. Neil, who was obviously feeling sorry for me at this point got up and cleaned it up... (I need to bake that boy a cake.)
Sleep went well that night, too well in fact as I over slept. Fuck!
I got into work late (Okay, thats not to uncommon..) and the day proceeded. I dropped my car off at lunch to fix the tire. And then found out that I did in fact blow out the side of the tire...AND the tread on the rest of my tires was between 50 and 60% worn down. Meaning that they can't just replace just 1 or 2 tires, they have to replace them all. Why? Because my car is All Wheel Drive and replacing only a couple tires with the wear on my tread can potentially cause problems with the drive train (Or some other car jargon.) Needless to say I don't need to give my car anymore reasons to break!
$600.00 dollars later I have brand new tires.
New tires! Yay.....
Fuck me raw with sandpaper...
The moral of the story. Make sure and drink to St. P on his one day of the year because his vengeance is a fucking bitch!
"Green beer or I will fucking DESTROY you!"