Saturday, August 1, 2015

My Dirty Black Summer.

Yes, the blog has been quiet, thanks to the fact that I've had nothing to write about. Turns out that having a house guest for 2.5 months drains my will to live completely.

Nothing car related has happened. I've been so bored, I've spent the whole summer in bimmerpost trolling. I've made a few new good friends, I've calculated how many mousetraps would fit into our bathtub if I'd want to kill an unnamed person by throwing her into it when it's filled with those. I've test driven an M3 and surprisingly found that four doors are practical.

I've spent time avoiding people and I've been in parks, cooking, sleeping and well, bored. Bored out of my mind. If we exclude the fast trip to LA, Peter has seen 200 miles of asphalt. That pathetic.

Last Monday, at 12.30 pm my summer begun. No more murder plans, no more excuses for being bored and I dived into a sea of life.

This IS the no complaining, just stating this summer is fucked up- post.

So, Tuesday comes. I've spent the last 5 years waiting to experience Danzig concert. Since my social life here is car guys, and because I prefer to keep my contact with the ladies as minimal as possible, with the exception of a few ladies who totally get how weird we all are, my chosen partners ( okay, I admit I had four tickets, but my beloved Kennedy ( damn cool friend she is too) didn't want to come with us, she thought we are trouble) were a car guy as a driver and a really weird wife of his. The wife is seriously weird, she actually likes me, so that shows poor taste.

So, sadly their M5 was in the shop. We had to take Peter since we as stated are pathetic. Now the man known as Greg because my autocorrect doesn't accept his real name, is a gentleman, so he got his moderately American ass to the back seat.
He was very happy about me taking out the phone and capturing this moment in his life. I naturally swore never to publish it.




Peter parked to perfection in his first rock concert. My boy has grown up.

Two hours before I was supposed to be picked up, a random Manshe ( Still don't know if she was a she or a he. seriously) decided to loan my brakes instead of using hers. Audi got a good hit in the back, but it left me with zero shower or clothes finding time. Anyone going to see Danzig, the rock god of our time, should not be dressed like this:

Night going well...

Anyway, N and I decided to get madly drunk. In her case it meant Greg took care of her, in my case it meant going into the mosh pit, living it up. They tried, but controlling me is just about impossible. I mean, a mosh pit wearing white? Yup, it's classic Anna. I never wear anything that suits these, this time, for the first time, it was not my fault.  There is no place in my body even now that is not in big bruises. A lovely girl tried to take my spot, and head butting was her way.

As a tip of the day, if someone is wearing white, still check the shoes: two year old combat boots,  and looking worn? No. Don't go there. I kindly told the lady to back off. She decided to understand my kind words as less so. Then we agreed on her going away. Her boyfriend decided also that was being wise.

We had a few more bright ideas on the way back home, one of them providing us with this beautiful shot.

Yeah, our DD captured that. There is no way to explain it all.

Tuesday: A car crash, and Danzig.

Wednesday: death. Didn't come, I am mad at Death.

On Friday, everything went to shit, but in the typical manner of my life, Saturday delivered.

In Bimmerpost, there are many threads I truly love. One of them was a month or so ago an economy test, and after reading that I ran out of petrol. Naturally I didn't have my wallet with me or anything, and the kindness of a stranger saved my ass.

An other is our cars and dogs thread, which has been good fun. I was writing a post there, when Saturday bit back.

I took my eldest and my dogs for a swim. A Lab went after my kid, and pushed her under. I was five meters (15 hamburger units) away, I just threw my phone to the shore, and went after the kid.

Kid was fine. I explained the dogs behavior to her, took off my shorts to squeeze some of the water off since walking in them that wet wouldn't be fun, and also Peter's leather didn't deserve it.

I turned my back to talk to the frightened kid, leaving my shorts to the shore. The park was pretty empty, so no biggie, my underwear wasn't going to  scare anyone.

I heard "Puppy no".

I saw the dog running away with my pants, which at this point no longer had my keys in them, I'm happy to report.

I truly love dogs. I love them enough I didn't scream at the dog's owner because the damn pup destroyed my shorts, and since I'm a Finn, walking around in my undies is no problem.

We all got back to my car. I actually kept answering to the damn dog thread while still sitting in the parking lot.

The moment when you realize you have no pants, your underwear is not gonna pass as a bikini, but who cares, since you're out of petrol before you get home and no wallet or money is in the car? I bet nobody else has had that moment.

So. two miles away from home, I kept thinking who to call. I have many friends here, sadly all guys. I finally manned up, called a friend who lives near the station and he came and gave me petrol. Since he is a member of the post too, I swore never to tell this there, and this time only, I am keeping my promise.

So to say this summer is back on is fair.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lups is back in full force. Every damn thing I do goes as well as usual!

Oh, I did get this. (I managed to lose the pic. An other classic Anna move)











I am very happy to report, we are back in business. Peter and  I are truly ready to hit Canada next week, if I can find my damn passport.


Anna

1 comment:

  1. Protip: Bring more than one set of pants on your trip so you don't have to show up to bimmerfest in your underwear. :D

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