Life of Brian

This is the third time I’ve been out dancing at the bar that is practically across the street. The Northwest Transit Band has a definite yacht rock vibe and is fun for those of us of a certain age that recognize the songs and that are perfectly suited for shaking around in a haphazard way. It seems like they play at Celebrities about once a month, which is just the right gap for a night on the town and a bit of what some people might call dancing.

This time it was back to just Tere and me; last month’s extra two didn’t join us. Apparently, she and I connected to the music, and the other two did not. Tere’s beau, Jason, asked if it was alright if he didn’t go (of course it was OK), and Donna didn’t go because once was enough for her.

Tere and I have adopted the stance of, “We’ll never see these people ever again,” so we just cut loose. This isn’t exactly correct, as I think I’m starting to recognize a few of the people, but I still don’t care (this comes with the wisdom of age.) The band will back on the 29th of August and we’ll be there.

I already have a bike rack, a Bones 2-Bike Trunk Rack, but it is not recommended for use on vinyl wrap like on the GTI, so I bought a rack that goes into a trailer hitch, a Kuat Sherpa 2.0.

Today was my appointment at U-Haul to have a trailer hitch installed. I had an appointment for the first of the day, 9:00am, walked up to the counter, gave them the key, and I was told that it would be about 45 minutes. So I took my morning walk around the giant shopping center that was right next door. Even ducking into a couple of the stores and doing a bit of window shopping.

I was working my way back to U-Haul, and the phone rang; the car was ready. I looked at the time, and it was 9:45. When I did get to U-Haul, there was a line almost out the door. From the door until I made it to a register to pay for the install, that took the same 45 minutes it took them to install it.