"The car behind me is pretty much giving me a rim job here!"

Krista and I are here.

The drive was pretty good. I realized why I am such a bad night driver: windshield wipers work sporadically and sloppily. One of them decided to completely mess up and not work. Trucks were splashing mud and dust all over the car and I could not see a THING for about five seconds at a time. Anyways, we stopped at an Irving and some guy put on new wipers for me and everything was fine. I had a bit of an anxiety attack when we got into the city but we called Kathy on the cell phone and she navigated us to her door step.

Today we are going for breakfast, then to a museum, then making a big dinner, then getting drunk and going dancing.

Bye.