The wedding went went well yesterday. I screwed up lighting the candles. Adam and I were supposed to hand the candles to the mothers so they could like the centerpiece but instead we walked all the way to the back. We had to relight the candles and go back up front to give them to the mothers. The whole candle lighing thing was added at the last moment. It wasn't a part of the rehearsal the night before. Besides, I am the best man and I already had a bunch of other duties so I don't know why I would also be the candle lighter.
Because they had to move their wedding up from December to October at the last minute Dennis and Karah couldn't go on a real honeymoon. They wend to Monterey for a couple of days. I am going to send them to Hawaii for a week later this year, or whenever they are able to go. I haven't even been able to send myself to Hawaii yet, aren't I a sweetheart?
So last night after all of the festivities were over I came home and left my car in the driveway because my parents had their cars in the garage. About an hour or so after I went in I heard the alarm going off. I put my shoes on, grabbed one of my dad's golf clubs and went outside to put a serious dent in the head of the moron who was fucking with my car. When I got out there the door was open but there was no one in sight. I tried to jump in the car to see if I could find anyone who may be running from the area but the car wouldn't start.
Corvettes have a feature called VATS (Vehicle Anti Theft System) that kills the starter for 15 to 20 minutes if someone breaks into the car. On top of that the key has a special resistor in it that gets checked by the computer before it lets the car start. So all you amature car theives should just keep walking when you see a Vette and think about going for a joy ride. You just can't drive off with it unless you have the keys.
I know who broke into the car but the cops won't do anything about it because I didn't actually witness anyone breaking into it. After trying to start my car I jumped in my mom's car and drove around the neighborhood. I went by the local thug family's house and the thug kids were all out front. I stopped close by and called the police. When they noticed me they got in their cars and scattered.
These little bastards don't know how lucky they are that they weren't around when I was a kid. I would have driven right up on their lawn and started cracking skulls with my dads putter back then. I made it a point to drive by the thug house and peel out in front just ot let them know that i'm still here if they want to play.
9:09 p.m. - 2002-10-13
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