Elementary, My Dear Datsun

Actually, I own a Toyota, but the title was just too funny to pas up. I’m waiting at Jiffy Lube to buy her a drink… and a good one. High mileage oil and everything. I figure that a Toyota will last until Jesus comes, and the guy working on my car agreed with me. You’d basically have to take a tire iron to a Toyota engine to get it to stop working. My sister is not as much of a gearhead as me, so I’m going to get a list of everything that needs to be done at this mileage so I can mete it out by paycheck. I know I’m going from here to O’Reilly’s to get her a new set of sparkplugs, and I topped her off with premium last night to clean the fuel injectors- as much as I could, anyway.

This morning I woke up at 4:00 and shined my boots, then went out and tried to RainX my car, but I got it all prepped and the RainX instructions said you can’t apply it when it’s under 40 degrees… and it was. It looks like we’re going to get some more precip, but it’s not cold enough anymore for snow. It’s just going to be cold rain, so when Scott flies in this afternoon, he’ll have the same weather he left.

I can’t decide whether to take my car or the Metro, because I don’t know how much luggage he has. We shall see what we shall see.

I met Scott at my friend Christy’s house, because he’s in a band with her fiancee. He’s a Republican, and I love him, anyway. 😛 He’s grateful to have someone to meet him at the airport, because DCA can be a scary place if you don’t know your way around. Plus, the Metro is intimidating if you don’t get a good conductor that will actually call out the stops before you get there. The best part is that his hotel is only .2 miles from the Metro, so even with luggage, it’s not a long haul.

My road trip last night was just what I needed to shake off the grief I felt the day before yesterday. I’m grateful to my sister for my car, because I never would have tried to pay for an Uber out there. They would have been the most expensive waffles on record. The food was good, but the service was *terrible.* I overtipped anyway, because I can’t think of anyone more laden than a waitress in a busy Waffle House.

I was surprised and pleased to learn that my mechanic is a trans man- it was obvious, at least to me. He is so hot. I wish I could take a picture. I would never transition, but at the same time, there are those moments where I wish I could take my boobs off so my clothes hang right. I wonder if there’s a way to make them detachable. Duct tape fixes everything. 😛

At the same time, there are other moments when I am such a girly girl. I love makeup and hair and all that shit. Sometimes I also wish that I had long hair, because with short hair, there is no throwing it back into a ponytail or a bun and going. I have to either shower or rinse my head every day. I try not to shower every single day because it really dries out my skin in this weather. But check this out! I found my favorite gel in the entire world, Gorilla Snot, at Giant. I thought only Mexican grocery stores carried it, because the last time I bought it, it was in one of those stores in Houston where *NO ONE* spoke English. There was a lot of “mi espanol es muy, mal… pero cuanto cuesto?” (My Spanish is very, very bad… but how much is this?). I also got better with my numbers because the cashiers couldn’t count back the change in English. Dana and I kept going there…. a lot, really, because it was on our way to Alert Logic and it was the best panaderia in town. I’m too lazy to look it up, but eventually I’ll give you a link. It’s basically Chimney Rock and Westpark.

The mechanic came in a little while ago while I was writing to Susan and he said, “you’re going to type in all your information. I saw you typing 80 words a minute on that Bluetooth.” I laughed and said, “sure.”

And on that note, I have to go. Love you miss you mean it.


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