Did people think you were a pedophile?

So it was a very interesting weekend. I have to say, the part where my dad had to PUSH my Volvo (bumper to bumper) to the junkyard was my least favorite. That was after it took its last wheezing breath and blew out a huge white cloud of smoke. If I do say so myself, it held on pretty long. But now that's over and I'm screwed. I only took my license plates and my key home with me =(. And now Volvo is going to be a pancake. But hey, it'll be a Swedish pancake. BAM!

My favorite part had to be the conversation between my dad and I. Since I didn't trust the Volvo enough to drive it to the junkyard, I made my dad drive it, while I followed in my mother's 1999 Chrysler Sebring. (As a side note, I used to make fun of Chrysler Sebrings all the time. #1-they're ugly as Hell. #2-they're dumb. Karma's a BITCH because now that's what I have to drive around in.) So anyway, when the car flatlined, my dad pulled over, and I pulled over behind him. He gets out, I get out- and he walks slowly over to me and says one word.

"Shit."

Then he proceeds to tell me that we are going to push it the rest of the way. I thought he was making a joke. He wasn't. He was all like "It's right up the road". It wasn't. We finally got it there and that was that. I felt like that kid in Fluke (?) when he was getting rid of the dog and he was like "Go on! GO! I don't WANT you anymore!" That's what I did once I literally rolled into the junkyard. I shouted at it and told it to get the hell away from me and that I didn't WANT it anymore. Of course, it didn't go anywhere. So I was the one that walked away.

But anyway. Onto something with a happier tone. Star Wars Laser Tag. With 7 year olds. Now, I don't mean to sound like I don't get out much, but being on Darth Vader's team and fighting alongside him, may be one of the greatest experiences ever. Jus sayin. Lucy thinks I'm weird because every time I'm asked who my favorite Star Wars character is, the answer is always a bad guy. Lucy asked me why I only like the guys from the Dark Side, and the answer is simple. You're SUPPOSED to like the good guys. How boring is that? Like "Oh who's your favorite character from Star Wars?" "Luke Skywalker". Oh yeah, that's refreshing. You're totally NOT like everybody else in the world.

The two teams were Darth Vader's team or the Stormtroopers team. I must say, it was quite frightening to see the Stormtrooper come around the corner and walk straight towards you, pointing a gun at you.

Maybe it wasn't this legit. But you get the picture. It's just something about their helmets. They look so angry. Or constipated. I'm not sure why I was kind of frightened by this, because the person inside is probably about 15 years old and has a pimply face.

When I got home, Linus was asking me if I "went easy on the kids". I, of course, replied with "HELL no." I was gunning down everyone I could find. I'm not trying to sound almighty, because I got hit A LOT. (especially by the Stormtrooper, I think he had it out for me). Or maybe it was just because I was such a big target, size wise. I'm 23 years old and I'm playing with all these little munchkins. Too bad I'm not Alice in Wonderland, because I could have just drank a potion to shrink before I played.

Oh yeah, and my cousin, who was on my team, shot me because "she was bored".

-Jenny