Tuesday, March 07, 2006

louis xiv, bringer of shame

So I'm on my way home from extricating a couch and an armchair from a crackhouse - true story - and I've just loaded a ton of bumpin' new music to my Treo, and I'm in a great mood on account of dark, sweet beer and excellent company, and there's a fun shoot coming up in a few days, and I'm doing close to 90 on a 40mph section of the old 110 (don't try this at home, kids.) And so the stereo's peaking all over the place and so am I - doing this particular car-dance that I get going when I'm abnormally happy. It sorta looks like a Muppet dance, but with more shimmying and lots of bouncing. I finally get off the freeway and am stopped at the exit light when I really give it my all. I become the Polaroid picture we all know and love so well.

And then I happen to notice that pretty much everybody in pretty much all of the pretty much fifteen cars around me are either laughing uproariously or giving me looks of complete horror.

It gives me courage to know that I'm not the first, but it took me half an hour to get what's left of my dignity off the windshield and upholstery.

In other news - Unleashed. Not such a bad movie! In fact, pretty great. I mean, Jet Li made me all tender!

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