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Friday, October 29   >>


The Corinne show last night was a bust. I guess it was just a matter of time before something went wrong en route to one of the billions of shows The Woman and I go to. Some guy on the freeway told me my tail lights were out, and my brakes were acting buggy, so I had to exit to the Denny's off the 101 before Union Station (yeah, THAT Denny's) and it was there that I hit one of those lame crossroads:
1. I go to the show, with the risk of getting a ticket with expired insurance, with an added risk of getting my car taken away due to stupid expired insurance depending on the cop

2. I head back home, get the lights fixed, and pay my insurance promptly, despite blowing a hundred bucks on sweet tickets to a show I'm sure would have been glorious
I chose 2. I've seen CBR (better than PBR) already so it wasn't a huge hit to the heart. I conceded to my irresponsibility of not having paid one bill (ONE!) on time.
Fact: Bank of America does not allow auto-bill pay for my car insurance, making self-reminders more necessary, and more annoying, and will put one in a position of missing really excellent live music.
We came home and I was all, like, "Eh, at least we don't have AIDS!" And we laughed and watched Kevin Malone as Michael Moore and ate ice cream and fell asleep. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!