So let me tell you about my evening.

I met up with Suzan and Kevin around 8, and we had a lovely dinner at some place I'll remember the name of later. Then we went to see Serenity after all and wow. Remember X Files? Remember every other movie based on a tv show? Remember how they were just 2 hour episodes that they could have just showed on a "special" night on your local cable station and then you wouldn't have to pay to see it in a theater? I think with Serenity they managed to actually make a real movie, complete with plot, characters and excitement ... anyway, I really liked it. Then the group split up and I was left to walk 4 blocks of Mission St. by myself at 1:30 a.m. to get back to my car. Which was ok. Put on your bitch face and people leave you alone.

Notice the timestamp of this post. I just got home. That's right. Someone decided it would be a good idea to shut down a part of the Bay Bridge on a FRIDAY NIGHT. Not just the all-but-one-lane deal they usually go for, but the WHOLE DAMN THING. I got on the freeway, and then had to get off, and then was routed through every detour known to man before I could get back on again. I spent 2.25 hours alternating between 0 - 1 miles per hour. Mostly at 0, many times long enough that I just turned the car off and grooved while waiting to see brake lights flashing in front of me. The last 15 minutes was the time it took me once I got on the bridge to get home, turn on the computer, take off my shoes, go to the bathroom and start writing this post.

And I never saw a single CalTrans person/car/light/nada. What's more, I'm too amped up to go to bed. Yee haw.