Mick Jagger, Tequila, and $6

I had a really weird weekend. It was very surreal. First, I had the best Tequila I have ever had. EVER. Which would explain why the rest of the weekend was so surreal, really.

We went to go visit my friend George (yes, the same George of "hobo-fight" fame) and we parked our car in a parking garage (because George lives in downtown Chicago, and Chicago hates us suburbanites and makes sure that there is no available parking for free. Is it any wonder why we lost the Olympics?) So, Eric and I grudgingly pull into a pay parking garage, and head on over to George's high rise.

We get upstairs, and are promptly informed that there is a free parking garage across the street. It's free because it's the weekend and it's after six at night. So, my friend Denise and I hightail it over to the parking garage to get my car back out, and move it to the free lot.

The first 20 minutes in this parking garage is $5. I am excited about this because I am only going to have to pay five dollars, versus who knows how much if we left the car there while we hung out with friends.

And wouldn't you know it - it took myself and Denise 21 minutes to move the car. That extra minute cost me an additional $6. Not many people can say that they know the most expensive minute of their lives - but I can. It's was Saturday, October 3rd, 2009, at exactly 10:49 p.m.

My friend George bought my book. So, of course, he wanted it signed. It took me a little over an hour, but I finally realized what I should write in his book. I am not going to tell you what I wrote, but let's just say that Mick Jagger is one lucky S.O.B.

And finally, if you like people who actually know how to write (coughcoughnotmecoughcough) then check out my friend Blair's new poetry/writing site:  Poetry By Blair. Blair is pretty much the coolest Gen X'er I know, and I am working to try to get his words out there for him. Because, let's face it, we all had to start somewhere.