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Mar. 20th, 2007 12:45 amThere's nothing worse than suddenly remembering a song you used to love and really, really want to hear, only to not be able to find the damn thing online. There is just not enough Dar Williams love on the internet. What's wrong with you people?
I want my dyke folk music, damnit.
So, on the way home tonight, I stopped at Albertson's to get my mother the groceries she'd asked for, and managed to lock my keys in the car. The set I was using was my mom's set, since I lost my keys somewhere in the house a couple of weeks ago and I've had to borrow hers lately. As far as I knew, those were the only two copies of the car key that we had.
Well, my mom was drunk, and very little help. She wanted to talk more about why my dad hadn't been answering her phone calls than help me find a way to get into the car. My dad luckily was almost home, so he came by. I say luckily, but really, it was a miserable experience. We were shouting at each other all the way back to the house. As soon as we got home, he found a third spare key in his desk and we left again, with more shouting. Tons of shouting. Resolution is always hard to find with my father. If he could just remember that I'm not really my mother, we might be able to get somewhere, but I'm starting to think that'll never happen.
Anyways. We got back to the store and we drove to a gas station so he could use his credit card to fill up my mom's car. I started to pump the gas and realized that I'd never, ever filled up a gas tank completely in my life. I've always had a set amount of money to put in. I had to ask him what the pump would do when the tank filled up, and he did chuckle a bit at that. I mean, if ever there was a summing up of how my mom operates, never filling the gas tank would be it. It's that living from 5 dollar bill to 5 dollar bill thing she does.
Drove home. Actually, I'm a bit lucky that he didn't look inside the car, because of course, I'd left my cigarettes on the passenger seat. I wasn't even planning on explaining that one away, either. Whatever. I'm sick of hiding things from him. He can be as mad as he likes. We're never going to get anywhere if we keep these roles up.
It's all just so silly.
Dude, someone e-mailed me Saturday night about getting a table at ChibiChibi. Do they really think that I could set them up like that when the con was already half over? Augh.
I'm not leaving the house again until Thursday. It's going to be lovely. I'm starting to feel a bit better, and I had a nice evening before the whole key-in-car thing, so I may just recover. We'll see.
I want my dyke folk music, damnit.
So, on the way home tonight, I stopped at Albertson's to get my mother the groceries she'd asked for, and managed to lock my keys in the car. The set I was using was my mom's set, since I lost my keys somewhere in the house a couple of weeks ago and I've had to borrow hers lately. As far as I knew, those were the only two copies of the car key that we had.
Well, my mom was drunk, and very little help. She wanted to talk more about why my dad hadn't been answering her phone calls than help me find a way to get into the car. My dad luckily was almost home, so he came by. I say luckily, but really, it was a miserable experience. We were shouting at each other all the way back to the house. As soon as we got home, he found a third spare key in his desk and we left again, with more shouting. Tons of shouting. Resolution is always hard to find with my father. If he could just remember that I'm not really my mother, we might be able to get somewhere, but I'm starting to think that'll never happen.
Anyways. We got back to the store and we drove to a gas station so he could use his credit card to fill up my mom's car. I started to pump the gas and realized that I'd never, ever filled up a gas tank completely in my life. I've always had a set amount of money to put in. I had to ask him what the pump would do when the tank filled up, and he did chuckle a bit at that. I mean, if ever there was a summing up of how my mom operates, never filling the gas tank would be it. It's that living from 5 dollar bill to 5 dollar bill thing she does.
Drove home. Actually, I'm a bit lucky that he didn't look inside the car, because of course, I'd left my cigarettes on the passenger seat. I wasn't even planning on explaining that one away, either. Whatever. I'm sick of hiding things from him. He can be as mad as he likes. We're never going to get anywhere if we keep these roles up.
It's all just so silly.
Dude, someone e-mailed me Saturday night about getting a table at ChibiChibi. Do they really think that I could set them up like that when the con was already half over? Augh.
I'm not leaving the house again until Thursday. It's going to be lovely. I'm starting to feel a bit better, and I had a nice evening before the whole key-in-car thing, so I may just recover. We'll see.
