My car has been making a weird noise for awhile. I know it has, but I haven't done anything about it. I knew I should. Flako has mentioned it several times, but said it again yesterday when we were going to Santa Monica. It made me have dreams last night about my car breaking down and I woke up knowing that I needed to take care of it. I was disappointed because I was really looking forward to getting out of town. I am going to La Jolla next weekend so that's something. It's just not now. :-)
Flako had told me about a place that his ex-girlfriend took her Honda and was always impressed with their service. Because he's a nice guy, he went with me, which I was thankful for. He did nothing except sit there but I was glad he was there. My car needed a lot of work. I figured it did. New spark plugs, new every kind of fluid, and something with my brakes. It took about four hours to finish, so really not so bad.
The guy that owns the place apparently also works at a law firm and offered me a job there...after talking to me for about two minutes...weird. Actually, I would consider it if it was at night during the week, but it's for Saturday hours and I don't want to give up my Saturdays right now.
By the time they ran the diagnostic test and figured out how long it would take, it was 11:30. We obviously weren't going to sit around the waiting room until 3:30, so we went across the street to a little shopping place. It's a very Asian community so there were some Japanese shops around that we walked around. One was like a dollar store, but everything was $1.50. We went to Johnny Rockets for lunch because everything else was Asian and we had that last night. I love Johnny Rockets. 50s music, shakes, and ketchup happy faces. Of course, the ketchup happy face is no where NEAR enough ketchup for anything except for one fry, but there's bottles on the table (first world problems).
After lunch, we realized that we walked around the little mall twice already and still had two hours to go without a car. There was a movie theatre there so we spent what seemed like forever trying to pick a movie. He has no interest in the one movie I'm dying to see (Rush) and we hadn't heard of most of them. We finally narrowed it down by time and picked Insiduous: Chapter 2. I knew nothing about it, but it's a scary movie. I did go in knowing this. I love watching scary movies, I really do, I just hate watching them alone. I was expecting to hate this movie though and think it was terrible. I thought it was awesome. It's not one I'm going to watch again and again, but I really enjoyed it. Of course, now that I'm home alone, I'm rethinking that just a little bit...
I obviously didn't get away today and probably won't tomorrow. My car sounds so much better. I still heard the noise once or twice but it's not consistent like it was before. I still put a lot of money into the car, which it needed, but still a lot of money. I'm leaving the city next Saturday (to go to another city...) but I still just have to get through another week. It was actually a really good day, but I'm still sad I had to be responsible instead of doing whatever I wanted.
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