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Look like children with grey hair
Snow and ice yesterday. Spent the afternoon curled up on the couch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uilos watching the ground gradually turn from green-brown to white. A good ending to an overall excellent weekend.
There's a diner in Friendship Heights that shows movies every night. By "shows movies" I mean "has a separate room attached to the diner, and a projection TV and DVD player." We caught Heat there on Friday night. The chill and the overloud heaters tried their hardest but failed to detract from the experience of watching one of the greatest crime dramas ever made. Satyrday was Pan's Labyrinth at the AFI Silver (gorgeous theatre, gorgeous movie) and then gaming atrislyn's new digs.
This morning I actually put on boots and my trenchcoat, despite it being in the upper thirties. Good decisions both, as it turned out. I went out to scrape the car at just before eight. After some effort I managed to pull the door open, dumping ice shards onto the driver's seat. I hit something on the key fob while dusting off the seat and the car honked three times. "Huh," I said. Started up the engine so that it could be warming up while I scraped the ice off, closed the door, and went to work on the windshield. After a bit I decided I should really turn the defrogger on. So I went to open the door.
No luck. I appear to have bumped the LOCK button while mucking around with the ice on the seat.
The rental office doesn't open 'til 8:30, giving me plenty of time to finish scraping the car. Eventually someone showed up and I got into my apartment and retrieved my spare car keys.
So I have no idea whether it actually takes me longer to scrape my car than it does to drive to work; I took my sweet time scraping the car this morning. I still suspect this to be the case, though.
Look like children with grey hair
Snow and ice yesterday. Spent the afternoon curled up on the couch with
uilos watching the ground gradually turn from green-brown to white. A good ending to an overall excellent weekend.There's a diner in Friendship Heights that shows movies every night. By "shows movies" I mean "has a separate room attached to the diner, and a projection TV and DVD player." We caught Heat there on Friday night. The chill and the overloud heaters tried their hardest but failed to detract from the experience of watching one of the greatest crime dramas ever made. Satyrday was Pan's Labyrinth at the AFI Silver (gorgeous theatre, gorgeous movie) and then gaming at
rislyn's new digs.This morning I actually put on boots and my trenchcoat, despite it being in the upper thirties. Good decisions both, as it turned out. I went out to scrape the car at just before eight. After some effort I managed to pull the door open, dumping ice shards onto the driver's seat. I hit something on the key fob while dusting off the seat and the car honked three times. "Huh," I said. Started up the engine so that it could be warming up while I scraped the ice off, closed the door, and went to work on the windshield. After a bit I decided I should really turn the defrogger on. So I went to open the door.
No luck. I appear to have bumped the LOCK button while mucking around with the ice on the seat.
The rental office doesn't open 'til 8:30, giving me plenty of time to finish scraping the car. Eventually someone showed up and I got into my apartment and retrieved my spare car keys.
So I have no idea whether it actually takes me longer to scrape my car than it does to drive to work; I took my sweet time scraping the car this morning. I still suspect this to be the case, though.
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Date: 2007-01-22 04:36 pm (UTC)