of cars & cocktails, undamaged & delicious

I had a hair appointment (New! Indigo!) yesterday that ended right when m'boy's work shift started, so I let my son drive my car alone to work & back for the first time. That's across the lake & back, folks. He returned on time, alive, and uninjured. He says he parallel parked the car up the street. I haven't seen it yet, but I've restrained myself from going out to check on it.

While the kid's away, the grownups go down to the Teacher's Lounge and talk about Bowie and queer dating. They do small but tasty food and serious cocktails. ionan shares my suspicion that they've added even more old artifacts from elementary schools & school buses to their decor. The place is hipster as hell and a bit spendy, but I still love it.

This afternoon: coffee with the Norwegian. My hair & nails are done; I will be less hairy than I am right now. I shall wear something cute but not too cute. Me? Pysched? Yeah.

ETA: "Uninjured".