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August 24, 2003
"Plans are for fools!"
"Did we say blow it up?" So, Sarah and I picked up Kris and were driving down Rosecrans towards the wedding when my truck died. Its parked in a parking lot right next to the REI I work at for a short stint. Some of you may be saying, "another truck problem?" But, as I look back, my truck has never died before, not once. I've gotten it stuck and personally been responsible for bad things happening to it, but its never just died. We think its the alternator, but won't know until we can check it out tomorrow. We made it to the wedding despite our troubles after Kris convinced her sorta boyfriend to come pick us up and drive us to the wedding where we met Matt who had Kris's truck. It was a beautiful wedding with mostly very rich people driving rich cars with wives that obviously expected their husbands to do whatever rich husbands do. After the wedding, Kris drove us to Rich's house where we borrowed his car and adjourned back to Matt's place. Tomorrow morn we'll drive Rich's car to where my car is and check it out. Sarah was going to go to Santa Barbara in the morn, but plan obviously has to be revised.Posted by wonko at August 24, 2003 11:00 PM
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