Lolita

Ok, so the place is called Lalita, but how much more interesting would it be to have a Thai place called Lolita?

Last night we met Dick and Barbara for dinner before they headed off to see Wicked. (thank god people are still paying to see this thing). Dinner was nice and afterward I headed home and made it to bed a little early.

Not too long after a bell started ringing in my dream. No, not my dream, my subconscious - no, my consciousness... The Phone! at 12:30! John calling that he's at West Oakland BART with a dead car battery. I'm shaking my head out of a deep sleeping haze and put on my slippers, grab a sweater and head out in my jammies with my Pebbles ponytail. (Not Happy / Very Sleepy).

Unfortunately I must take some of the blame. For two years I've let our AAA membership lapse (we never use it). I figured why pay that $135/year when it can go to something better? The answer is: cause when you need it, you really need it. Still in my haze and fearful that this is just the time when stupid people are out and bad things happen, I'm on edge and John is tired and frustrated. We can't find my battery in my car, though I have jumper cables. Finally we grab a cab and pay the guy $20 to jump the car.

By the time I'm home I'm keyed up and unable to sleep. John is wound tight as a drum. Not a good night for the two of us, but once in bed, with the soothing sound of purring between us, we drift to sleep and try to forget about the evening's drama.

Moral of the story: keep you r AAA membership up to date.