Someday Love Is Gonna Find You

It is with great sadness that I must announce that you and I are missing the event of the century. God bless the Coolidge Corner Theater and its hosting of this 80's love theme-based sing-a-long. I will be there in spirit this time around, and somebody I know should please please PLEASE be there for me in body!

Sigh. Five minutes later, I'm still certain that I won't be attending what would have been the greatest night of my life.

Incident Report

When: Tuesday night, around 5 o'clock
Where: Law school parking lot
What: One *%!?# 1998 Mitsubishi Galant. One coldest-day-of-the-year. Four frozen car doors. Zero lighters, and no smokers in the vicinity. One cell phone left at home. One stubborn Canuck. One trunk. One already-broken back seat. And one baseball bat.
Classify As: Things One Learns at Law School

Witnesses claim to have last spotted a white female of above average height answering to the name "More to Love" entering the parking lot around 4:57 p.m. carrying her keys and a blue backpack. When attempts to open her doors failed, the suspect appeared to return to the law school. She was gone for approximately ten minutes. Witnesses inside stated suspect appeared exasperated, confused, and determined to leave "if it kill[ed her]" while enunciating a plan to break into her own vehicle.

Suspect reentered the parking lot, hesitating briefly as a troup of BC freshmen walked by and stared. Suspect managed to open the trunk and, seizing a baseball bat kept inside the trunk for alleged "pick-up baseball games," forced down the back seat of the vehicle. Suspect proceeded to enter the car via the trunk, squeezing self and backpack under the backloading CD player and into the body of the car before becoming temporarily wedged with her feet hanging out of the trunk. (Suspect appeared to be laughing and/or crying at this point.)

Suspect appeared to leave premises with pride intact.

Well, now. This changes everything.

Since I no longer update my blog regularly enough to hold my head up in public, I was shocked to find that I needed to switch over to some new Blogger account.

THERE WERE COMMENTS, PEOPLE.

ME. I had COMMENTS. Not many comments, mind you, but a lot that I never saw. And now I know why. And so, without further adieu, the answer to those comments:

1. Kim. I love you twice, too. Like most potatoes, you are served best with a side of cheese and bacon.
2. Embee. "Where are we? What the hell?" I am all about music that puts me to sleep, which is why I'm relishing the "Greatest Hits" collection of classical composers I got for Christmas. We seriously need to get together soon before you and Karly both have your bebes. Alternatively, I love bebes and am happy to visit them.
3. Jennifer. You were just a bad kid, and everybody knew it.
4. Christina. The MPRE is over and done with, as I know you know, and it stands for something that basically says that girls who ruin Brock's CLUE! wins are bound to make terrible litigators, which is why I shall litigate nary a thing.
5. Anonymous. Yes, the address in my profile is correct.
6. Mike. Thanks so much. I miss your laughter and perspicacious ways. Hockey soon?
7. Peter. Totally noticed it. Favorite scene: "What do you hear?" "Nothing." [pause] "I hear everything."

It's a whole new world out there, kids -- one with COMMENTS!