New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Friday, February 20, 2004

Fountains of Wayne in about three hours...

Just got up from a brief nap having left Gilly in bed.

So, I got up this morning with the intention of going to the DMV and getting one of those new swankified electronic Jersey licenses. The closest DMV producing them being Wayne. I think to myself, "Hey that's not to bad 'cause I know exactly were it is." And to think I got my bangs to lay just right too.

Everything was going very well as I was quite content in the car bouncing off the walls listening to music and singing to myself. Then right around Morristown we stopped dead. I sat in traffic for over a half hour which may not seem like long to someone but I never sit in traffic. That's why I ride the bus to work.

Anyway, I call Gill and he says, "Oh yeah they are filling pot holes. I got off before Morristown." Now didn't he know where I was going and how I was getting there? I am not entirely certain as to why he did not call me.

But I got over it and once I was past the "pot hole" machine, I cranked up the music and enjoyed the part of 287 that's blasted out of the side of what apears to be a mountains and well, I generally sped.

Rt. 23 was a nightmare and I had all sorts of flashbacks of Gilly and I looking for someplace to eat late at night when he lived in Wayne...and then I go past the DMV (because it's on the opposite side of 23 and I need to make a u-turn)...I look over and it looks like there's a mob there.

I think that I must be crazy.

Well I may be crazy but there was a mob. When I pulled in the place was jam packed with people falling out the door and tons of cars double parked. It looked like a disturbed crowd waiting to get into a concert that was sold out. There was barely enough room to even pull through the parking lot to leave.

I ended up going to the same DMV that I got my last license from. I got a new plain jane boring old school laminated license. Having swept through the new NJ six point ID process (thank goodness)...I got to hear my last name mangled. It's two very distinct syllables. I don't know why people do that. I think it's lazyness. Then I proceed to have a horrible photograph taken. Partially because I was joking with the DMV ladies and got caught off guard. Ohhhh, damn their wicked use of mirth.

So as I told my Little Fountains of Wayne friend, I now have a picture of me which bears the striking resemblance of a gargoyle. The nice thing is that I got to keep my old license which made me happy because it's the best one I've ever had. The picture was taken the day after we got back from our honeymoon. And even though I have a spot on my chin from all the sunblock I wore I still look happier than anyone has any right to in a DMV.
posted by JustKeepMum on 4:54 PM