Attention, please: We interrupt this long, drawn out saga to bring you Mythaca: The Colors of Fall.
My parents were here this weekend, which is why I was out freezing my ass off and appreciating nature's splendor instead of being tucked warm and snug in my bed recovering from post-alcohol-induced exhaustion (consumed after my parents were already tucked warm and snug into their own bed). Highlights of the weekend include:
-wining and cheesing it up at vineyards and creameries; scratching goats on their adorable, nubby little heads
-having an amazing bar conversation all while gazing into the laughing blue eyes of quite possibly the hottest Irish guy in the state of New York (sorry, Tal)
-backing over a metal well head in someone's yard with my parents' Buick while they were in the back seat, hearing the sickening sound of metal crunching against metal
My parents actually came to trade cars with me, and after three months of previously incident-free driving, this happened on the very last day I was driving this car, and while my parents were there to bear horrified witness. Of course. (This after having completed a Craigslist purchase at some guy's house. Me: "Um, do you think that guy's well thingy is ok?" My dad: "Just drive, go go go.")
Next up on Diary of Why: The saga of Jeff the pool guy continues. And, spoiler alert, it turns out I don't handle rejection all that well! See what twisted forms my bitter rage will take! See how it all backfires in my face!