Bad omen

I arrived very early at the car dealership and was very warmly greeted by the pretty cool sales people there. I wind up meeting Ken who is going to be my sales guy and we immediately hit it up. I explain to him my situation and all that and we take a walk to check out the cars he’s got for me.

I had been eyeing this pretty sweet Altima since I got there and it turns out that’s the one that was pretty much hand-picked for me. We chat for a good 3 hours about all sorts of stuff, I take my test drive, ask my billion questions and all was taken care of extremely professionally. All in all, at the end of the night, I get the keys to the car handed to me and I am merrily on my way back home with a grin as big as you can imagine.

True, it wasn’t a V6 Camry SE like I wanted, but this one isn’t half bad if I may say so myself. Decent amount of miles at a very very good price… Anyway, this isn’t the reason why I write this…

I promise you all you will get a very good laugh in a short while, but allow me to describe to you what has happened to me within the past 2 hours.

The dealership was pretty far from where I work and live (Bloomfield, NJ, exit 148) but it was no biggie to me. So when I was leaving, I happened to take the Garden State parkway to get back down to Devina’s to show off the wheels. Merrily I drive along blasting Green Day and singing at the top of my lungs when I happen to notice the rest stop for Exit 172 on the Parkway on my left hand side… I then realize that in my excitement I did not notice that I was going the wrong way on the Parkway and in fact was a good 15-20 miles from my point of entry. SOOOO, I hop into the rest stop and fill up the tank for the very first time…

I wasn’t bothered by it because I actually like the way this car drives. However, I had a 60 mile commute back to my place…

As I drive merrily along yet again, I happen to notice out of the side of my eye one of those lovely State Troopers hiding ever so stealthily in the bushes on the side of the road near exit 138… I look down and notice that I was doing 87 miles per hour…

That’s funny… It didn’t feel like I was driving 87 miles per hour…

Hmmm, that’s even funnier… The cop just happened to pull out of his lair of doom…

Oh shit… He’s right behind me and the lights are on…

Mind you, I have had the car less than an hour at this point and already I am getting pulled over…

[oh, I know you SOB’s are laughing your ass off about now]

The very tall officer happens to approach my vehicle and asks me for my driver’s license, registration and insurance.

Me: “Ummm, I don’t know where the insurance is officer.” *fumbles around car*

Officer: “What do you mean you don’t know where the insurance is?”

Me: *sheepishly* “Well, I actually just got this car an hour ago and I don’t even know where half the stuff is in here now.”

Officer: *so fighting the urge to laugh at my dumb ass* “Take your time…”

I could swear I heard him break a giggle when he was walking away with my insurance papers to his car.

Well, I figure at this point, he’ll be an ok guy and let me go without the points and just the fine. About 20 minutes later, he comes back and hands me my ticket and sends me off. Again, I could swear I hear him giggle when he walks away…


So, I’m guessing I must now own the record for fastest traffic ticket received after obtaining a new vehicle. Is there anywhere that I can verify this?? How’s that for a bad omen folks??

Anyway, I have to get insurance tomorrow morning for my car and this is going to go over so well with the agent. Ten bucks says they laugh their ass off while I am on the phone with them. :sigh: Is this ticket going to appear on my driving record as of tomorrow morning? Or does the officer have to pop the info into the system after he does his reports or something? I’m going to call up tomorrow to find out how long the information takes to get into the system. Hopefully, it will take a few days and by that time I would have already had my insurance. *crosses fingers*

Again, this is something only I can possibly do… :sigh:

At the very least, I hope I at least brightened someone’s day with my tale of stupidity. 😀

Checking out some wheels


Off to check some potential new sets of wheels right now. Unfortunately I can’t get the Camry I wanted, but it looks like I have the ability to nab other sweet rides… 🙂

San Gennaro festivities

This weekend was pretty eventful for yours truly.

Saturday, I heard a commercial for the San Gennaro festival in Little Italy (the entire span of Mulberry Street), so I decided to take Devina in to check it out for herself. She hates driving into the city so we parked the car by my parent’s old house and took the bus in (literally a 3 minutes ride). Then we went to the subway and were entertained by this Asian gentleman playing a homemade flute while we were waiting for the train. It took longer than usual, but a W train came and we headed down to Prince Street and checked out the stores around there at first.

As we were getting closer and closer to the party, we could hear the music blasting and smell the food cooking. Thank god neither Devina nor myself were claustrophobic because all of Mulberry Street was jam packed full of people. I guess because it was cancelled last year or people just needed something to do, but in all of the times I went, it was never that busy. We went up Mulberry (towards Grand) taking in all of the stands and started consuming an amazing amount of food. For the time I was there, I wound up having:

  • a portabello mushroom burger
  • a few zeppoles
  • some funnel cake
  • cotton candy
  • a shish kabob
  • damn good pizza
  • a pastelito (Spanish meat patty, which I probably spelled wrong)
  • a corn pancake filled with mozzarella cheese

It was all topped off at night with a chocolate eclair and a rather horrid tiramusi from the pastry cart there. I think it was the Fortunato Bakery or something along those lines. Devina and I just wound up throwing it out after a few bites because it was so horrendous. Devina had bites of my food and she got herself some Sangria and a shish kabob. We didn’t really buy anything because the crowd of people just kept on “pushing” you forward, so one couldn’t really stand for very long. It started raining a little when we were on our way out of the crowd to get back home and everyone knows how bad New York is when it starts raining. You wind up getting splashed with something that’s water plus extra goodies that you just do not really want to know about.


When we left, we decided to work off the food we just ate, so we made a trek from Canal Street to the Port Authority stopping at one bar to hit the bathroom (and get some drinks :grin:). I have no clue how long a trek that is, but that’s from below the numbers to 39th Street. It’s gotta be at least a good mile or so. However, we were running out of time, so we decided to hop on the subway around 34th because I wanted to catch a NJ Transit bus from the Port Authority. They have these little mini-buses that venture into NJ if you happen to miss the bus, but I avoid them like the plague. I always see too many skeevy people on them and I feel much better sitting in a big ass NJ Transit bus.

We made it back on time and like the sucker that I am, I started talking to one of the guys that usually sit around the ticket booths in the Port Authority that ask for money. It turns out he was just released from Rikers Island and he needed some moolah to get home to Marlboro, NJ. I wound up giving him all the small change I had (a few bucks), so hopefully he wasn’t tricking or anything and managed to get back home.

Anyhoo, we made it back to Jersey and for some ungodly reason, I was hungry again. Devina only had nibbles of my food, so she was pretty hungry too. We then headed to this Cuban restaurant I love to frequent when I am in the area and we had some damn good food. We only had a Media Noche and a small black bean soup each, but it was exactly what we needed to end the night.

The rest of the weekend was spent lazily at home and we just watched movies all day long. 🙂

Two for Tuesday, the pick-me-up edition

It’s Two for Tuesday time baby!

When you’re feeling down, what activity is almost guaranteed to make you feel better?
Either taking a long drive listening to depressing music or watching a really good 80’s movie like “The Princess Bride.” If I am really down I’ll just ramble on playing my guitar until I feel a bit better.

Everyone’s got their own definition of “comfort food.” What’s yours?
Anything Japanese actually. If I feel down, I’ll usually head off to the closest sushi bar and order myself a Dragon or Rainbow roll and wallow my sorrows in the delicious delights.

If there’s not one near me, I’ll find myself some shrimp or sesame crackers and devour the bag.