Tricia's Partial Mutterings

Pharmacists and Sailors

So my sister and my brother-in-law, Michael, had a party last night to celebrate Michael passing the Hawaiian pharmaceutical boards. It was very nice. The food and drinks were all themed from Aki to pineapple upside down cake and Mai Tais to pina colatas. Everything was so pretty, *tear tear*, including the “camp like” décor. Now I love you both dearly, but I didn’t really seem to fit in. The partygoers were pharmacists, sailors, or pharmacist sailors. Everywhere I turned I was bombarded with talks of drugs or waves. Yay Newport!

It’s a toss up which was more exciting for me… playing virtual ping pong upstairs with my sister who barely had any coordination saying… “I’ve had 4 Mai Tais, hehe, they were strong, hehe” or my adventure home getting stuck on the off ramp of the 405.

Yes, I did a very stupid thing. I ran out of gas. The tow truck guy was very nice though. He came and gave me gas. You think it would be that simple don't you? Nope. It seemed that I was on a bit of an incline and therefore all the gas was bunched up in the corner. He told me just start it up and let out the clutch at the same time. So I obliged. Nothing. So he must have thought I was a silly girl with a stick because he climbed in and tried to do the same thing for about 10 minutes. Nothing. So I actually got towed up the onramp. It was kind of fun because I got to sit in my car and get pulled up the road. (Not that I would recommend this as a nightly adventure or what not). So go ahead and make fun of me… I’ve had the car since September ’98, so it’s not that bad it just happened to me now. Let’s see the Suzuki I ran out of gas on my way to or home from Deanne’s house in Livermore on the off ramp once more. I walked to the gas station. I had to negotiate the use of a gas can too because I didn’t want to buy one. That was back in like ’96. Hmmm… and the Jeep, well that happened on the way back to school with Mags in January ’98. That time I just wasn’t paying attention to the gas OR where we were. They finally found us in the middle of Interstate 5 four and a half hours later.