The Agrinautica

Police
   Last night Kristy came to fetch me at around 3am, since her place of habitation is super fascist about parking so I can't just drive over there. As we left my place we saw two police cars parked in a neighbouring street facing opposite directions, the officers talking to eachother through their adjacent driver side windows apparently. Almost immediately after we passed them one the cops turned onto our street behind us. Shortly the other cop car came around as well (presumably as fast as he could make a U-turn).
   So we're driving down Russel where its just two lanes, with two cop cars following behind us. Then the front cop car crosses the double-yellow-line and passes us in the opposing lane. It pulls into our lane ahead of us and taps its brakes, despite the fact that being very anxious about the police we are driving about 30 in a 35 zone. So we go down the road for awhile with a cop car in front of us and behind us, including the short portion of the road where there is only one lane (oncoming traffic is routed somewhere else), which made me feel rather distinctly boxed in.
   After this section the road opens up to four lanes, at which point the lead cop car moved to our left again, dropped back enough to keep pace with us for a minute, and then allowed himself to drop back a little further.
   They stayed with us until we reached the overpass over the 113 which traditionally is the border between West Davis and the rest of Davis, then both abruptly did (illegal?) u-turns right before the bridge.

   My theory: either they're ghost cops doomed to haunt West Davis and fundamentally unable to cross over into Central Davis, or they were normal cops bored out of their minds at 3am on a Monday night who decided to fuck with us like the cops in the beginning of Super Troupers, and being assigned to West Davis they couldn't leave their area without a decent reason (such as doughnut craving).


Debauchery
   Anyway, Emosnail polling regularly indicates that the readers want more saucy tales of drunken debauchery, and the Annual Review 2005 was no exception, with 2/3rds of respondants asking for more such tales (as well as more philosophical tangents and rants, I have a mandate to ramble!). Anyway, my life has become boring and sedantary and the tales of debauchery are few and far between. However, while out with Garian and Ben the other day we recalled one such particularly saucy tale and I thought I'd recount it here for your shock and amusement. The names have not been changed because those involved have whats coming to them, at least one of the names is important to the story, and I'm insenstive. Parental figures should go ahead and ignore this entry beyond this point.

   Yesterday Courtney threw a party because the sorority week-long moratorium on alcohol had concluded. Nothing like a nice good party on monday night to start your week.
   Shortly after I entered, a Coffee House cashier ("Tera") said "I work with you" to me. I got fired eight months ago and she hadn't noticed apparently. I miss that place.
   At one point Kristy and I were outside talking to Aaron (who was at the time standing watch on his big wooden boat on the east coast) on the phone when along come some other people and start hammering a bike lock with a hammer ... "we're not stealing this bike I swear!" silly kids. They ended up ruining the hammer but the bike long remained undisturbed.
   Tom (SITE) was there and was definitely up to his usual antics...

   Today I wore my "steel reserve" shirt and I lost track of how many compliments I got from random people on the shirt. At one point I was walking in front of the MU and the guys manning the SOS (SnOwboard and Ski team or something?) table hollared their approval of my shirt so I turn and give them a thumbs up and then seconds later these black guys at a table I'm passing on the OTHER side say "steel reserve!!" so I turn and greet them... then a minute later someone yells "high gravity lager!" so I immediately respond "premium malt liqour!" Ah steel reserve I love thee so.

   I'm freakin tired. The End


PS: my uncle is finally working on my computer. Hopefully he'll bring about a positive impact on it within a day or two.. but then my internet is still down at the apt so.... at least I'll have music?