1. I woke up to a flat tire today! Apparently someone slashed one of my tires last night. No, I was not blocking anyone or parked in a particularly unusual place.
The thing is, I grew up in one of the poorest and most crime ridden cities in this country, and now live in one of the more peaceful and affluent areas. The only time something ever happened to my car in my hometown was when we had a completely WTF neighbor who decided one of the parking spots was randomly his (he never identified himself, just left me a few profanity-laden notes on the windshield) and eventually broke the mirror off my car. That was fucked up and horrible, but it was the only time anything happened to my or my parents' cars in the entire time I've lived there.
Number of time someone has vandalized my car in the 18 months I've lived in my current location: twice. Once I woke up to realize someone had stolen all my hubcaps and now this. I just can't, guys. This is just a tiny detail of why I think living in super affluent areas is actually really shitty, quality-of-life wise, and it's such a depressing thought. I can't even aspire to live like the rich and famous? Can't I even cling to that fantasy?
2. You know you live in a patriarchy when the random guy who sees you from 500 meters away trying to change a flat tire, rushes over IN THE RAIN and voluntarily sits on the dirty, wet ground to do the heavy lifting for you (I have back/knee/shoulder problems, so I would have done it had he not showed up and offered, but considering it would have meant pain for days afterwards, letting him do it was the wiser choice), APOLOGIZES for not getting it done sooner and for needing to take a break occasionally because he "should really be in better shape". Oh, patriarchy.
3. Overall, considering I just had to buy a new tire FOR NO REASON because I actually recently changed all 4 tires on my car so they were ALL FUCKING NEW, it ended up not costing outrageously, at least. The guy at the repair shop (which is close to my house) apparently remembered me from a year ago (!?) and gave me a ~special price~ which was objectively not high (they could have totally fleeced me for more) and the repair guys also fixed a small thing about the back of my car for free, so. That was nice.
4. Other than me being an hour late for work today, I had a lovely, lovely weekend. On Friday I woke up, watched Only Lovers Left Alive
) (which was WONDERFUL and ALL MY KINKS except for the orientalism which was unfortunate), did two loads of laundry, washed the floors, the stove and the bathtub, washed my hair and painted my toenails, all without ruining my manicure
. The best/worst part is that it felt like the best weekend morning I could have asked for, cleaning and housework included.
At 5pm my parents picked me up on their way up north and dropped me off at J's! Along with J's BFF who's recently back from med school in Lithuania. We checked out a bunch of restaurants only to be turned away because SHOCKINGLY everywhere required a reservation at 7pm on a Friday night. We ended up sitting at a lovely place overlooking the Baha'i Gardens, though, which were all lit up, and eating really excellent and not ridiculously priced seafood. I had a cocktail (yay not driving!) and it was EXCELLENT.
The next day I hung out with my parents. We were going to go walk around the woods but then drove by Emmaus-Nicopolis
and realized it was open for visitors, so we did that instead. Yay 5th century mosaics
. My mom accidentally barged in on Austrian tourists performing catholic mass in the space where Jesus allegedly spent the night after he rose from the dead. It was a little awkward.
After much amazing parental food, I went back to Tel Aviv where I got to watch the Caps ACTUALLY WIN A GAME and Ovechkin ACTUALLY SCORE on Tuuka Rask even! Which was a little heartwarming after the heartbreak of the olympics. Oh, Caps. I can't remember when they last won a game I could actually watch, so, this was lovely. AND of course during the game I got to try a new combination with my new favorite copper glitter nail polish, deep purple and copper
. (I was basically incepted into nail polish recently by a friend who has a nail polish blog and won't shut up about it. I mean, fair's fair, I babble at her about hockey.)
5. After the game was over, instead of going to sleep as would have been reasonable, I stayed up and finished the second draft of the 40k tazer/kaner fic. IT IS DONE! DONE DONE DONE! It's currently 42k, though aside from the fact that I still need to revise the ending, I suspect it's still missing a final coda/scene, so, it'll probably end up being just a big longer. BUT DOOOOONE!
I mean again, "done" in this case merely means "on to the next stage of revisions!" but this is still a pretty big milestone. Right now this story is passable. It's post-able. It's not super amazing, but it could do. The porn is all there, all the other parts are a little runny and smudged but ultimately serviceable. From this point it's about making it a really good story, not merely making it fit for posting.