My home internet continues to sort of work. I watched a good part of a documentary on Absinthe on Hulu last night just before I went to bed. I finished off the Chinese liquor during it. I think I was started to get used to its flavor a bit. At 52% alcohol it was a suitable substitute for Absinthe after finishing a six pack. This time it was Bluepoint Oktoberfest, purchased at the Gulf station on the westbound service road of Sunrise just past the exit for Southern state. Their prices are pretty reasonable. Parking wasn't great last night. I wasted a good 10 minutes.
Starbucks this morning. Today I decided to cross Austin at the light which brings me onto restaurant row. There is a new Yogurt shop Vanilla Sky to be opening where Europan used to be. I'm not too thrilled about that. What they need here is a good pub that serves food late into the night. I'm talking 3 AM on Monday late, not midnight. I enjoyed Vanilla sky (the movie), though its main character was pretty vain. I guess everything is relative.
I was walking along, across the boulevard and all, with a traffic cop not far from me for a decent part of my trek. He had his radio on, and I could hear some of the babble. I heard the word summons at least once. I started to worry that I had parked on the wrong side of the street, even though I was pretty sure that I hadn't. I find that I mix up the Thursday/Friday streets, I've made the mistake a few times. When I got to my car it was fine. It was parked a good 3-4 minutes walk further than usual. No big deal though.
Once I parked in front of a driveway, and didn't get to my car the next day until noon or so. This was probably 6 years ago and it still bothers me. I actually checked when I parked if I was in front of a driveway, and yet still I missed it. When I got there the next day there was no ticket but someone had sprayed paint across the side of it. I felt terrible. The paint came off easily, I don't blame them. I was going to go up to the door and apologize, and maybe give them some money, but I never did.
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