On the other hand, I can cross "knowing how to pay for parking with the little machine in the corner of the lot" off my Things That Make Me A Real Grown-Up list.
Almost as soon as this plan was formulated, he got a call asking if he could reschedule for Friday morning. So we rescheduled and it never occurred to me to recheck the library website. So instead of spending 8-9:15 happily ensconced in the library, I spent 8-9 sitting on the retaining wall outside the library vaguely paying attention to everybody else who was doing the same thing (Nobody talked to me except for when I first walked up and one of them said, "Doesn't open until 9." I like these terse downtown people.), and I spend 9-9:15 actually inside the library.
The other flaw with my plan was that the library does not have free parking; I ended up parking about halfway between Scott's interview location and the library and then walking to the library. (The entire area in question is about 5 blocks long, so it's not like I had to walk any great distance.)
The other other flaw in my plan was that that library was extremely large. I am trying to think of things to compare it to and coming up blank. It had a GIFT SHOP. What kind of library has a gift shop? Anyway, at about 9:15 I was looking at the map and trying to think like Scott. Because when he came to find me he'd not be able to see me browsing the books, so maybe he'd have the sense to look at the map and figure out where I was most likely to be...and then while I was contemplating the map he walked in, so I didn't have to worry about him finding me after all.
(We only have one cell phone between us, and I had it, so he couldn't have called me. There was a bank of pay phones, but he hardly ever carries cash so he wouldn't have been able to use those either.)
Some random things I have learned about city driving:
1. Right turn on red is not an option, it's a requirement. I have been honked at more in the last 5 months than in the rest of my driving career combined.
2. You sometimes have to speed up in order to successfully merge onto the highway. Back in the middle of nowhere, where I come from, there are these nice long quarter-mile gaps between cars going down the highway. So if one of them happens to be anywhere in your general vicinity, you can just slow down and let him get ahead and then pop onto the highway behind him. (All cars are "him." Don't argue.)
That doesn't work in the city. For one thing, that two-car-length gap you see right there might be the only gap there is for ages. For another, you've got a stack of cars behind you that are all already going 65 miles per hour, so no way can you just hang out at the end of the on-ramp waiting for a space. (Note: I don't park there or anything. But I used to slow down rather a lot if it was a busy day and there were, you know, two cars on the highway instead of just one.)
3. If somebody is "letting" you change lanes, they will indicate this by...doing nothing. Again, back in the boonies on the rare occasions when you wanted to change lanes and somebody was there, one of two things would happen: 1. They'd speed up to pass you so you could get on behind them. 2. They'd slow down so you'd have a nice big open space to get on ahead of them.
CITY DRIVERS DO NOT DO THIS. It took me probably two or three months to get up the nerve to just pop on over into that itty-bitty space and have faith that the other car was not going to gun it and run me over.
Liza Jane's wedding, but we all know she likes me better. ;) And she's staying here! In my apartment! SO EXCITED!
All of the frosting that I made for our Mardi Gras cupcakes is gone now. It was vanilla. Most of the chocolate cupcakes are gone, so I'm thinking of making chocolate frosting now. Chocolate frosting on vanilla cupcakes is awesome. For that matter, chocolate frosting on chocolate cupcakes is awesome. (I didn't make chocolate frosting before because Scott protests if I make things "too chocolatey." He is a very silly boy.)
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