Now We're Talking...The Neverending Saga of My Car Quest

So...I told on them.

This lady from Bennett Toyota, who originally answered my online info request, called me this morning to find out how last night went. So I told her that I really liked the car, but they were too stingy on the trade and that I knew I could do better.

I just got a call from the sales manager and he offered $1800. I said no. I told him that I was planning on just ordering it and shopping it around for whoever gives me the best deal. Suddenly he went up to $2000. I told him I'll talk to Paul, but I forgot to get his name. Whoops. He'll probably call back. I wanted to call my bank and shop for a rate anyway.

$1100?!?!? Are You Kidding Me?!?!?

So, I did it. I test drove the Prius. Nice! Like driving a spaceship...not that I've ever driven a space ship, but well, you know. And it was the color and package that I wanted. It just so happened that the deal fell through with another customer and they had it in stock. It felt a little crazy and impulsive, but I damn near bought it.

I say damn near because the jerk off at Bennett Toyota in Bethlehem only wanted to give me $1100 for the Fuckus. Bastard! I should have printed out the Kelly Blue Book quote that was for $3000 and at the very least, he could have given me $2000 for it. But he wouldn't budge. The only other options that he gave me was to put more down or stretch the payments out longer. Fuck that. Not happening.

So here's the deal. I'm going to test drive a Civic...just out of curiousity. I'm 99% sold on the Prius. I'm just going to contact a bunch of dealers and shop around for a better trade in. Whoever gives it to me gets the sale. If I get nowhere, I'll see what Honda is willing to do.

Guess What Came in the Mail Today

That's right...another recall notice for my ass car. Actually, this is a reminder notice, which would indicate that they already sent the real notice. I don't recall seeing it.

I probably shouldn't say this, but I think my cold is actually going away. This wasn't so bad...Of course, tomorrow death will probably be upon me since I said that.

Paul is coming home tonight. I'm going to have to share my blankets again.

I'm Too High Maintenance for the Movies...and a Review

Yeah, I know it's been an ongoing theme lately, but people really annoy me. I went to and early movie tonight. Wanted to see the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (yes, I'm really a 12 year old girl). Oy vey.

First, there was this 300 pound woman and her preteen daughter sitting next to me. The daughter, not so bad with the exception of her constant sniffle. Blow your nose, bitch. I felt kinda bad for her because I could tell her mother really embarassed her. And rightfully so. First the mother disappeared for the first 10 minutes then came back at the part when they were discussing the rules of the pants and starts talking...not whispering...talking in a full loud voice, in Spanish. Rude rude rude! And yeah, that's right, I shushed her! *I* the typical loud obnoxious bitch actually shushed someone. And the lady sitting in front of me (who, coincidentally I had overheard teaching her little girl how to properly behave during movies before it began, going over a list of rules...no talking being the first) turned around and gave me a look like she wanted to give me a high five.

Anyway...the movie...what a fucking disappointment! I should preface this by saying that I read the book. They totally bastardized it to the point where it really wasn't the same story...character motivations changed, etc. Some of my favorite things about the book were completely wiped and redone (like the part where Baily tells Tibby to keep playing...instead she tells her to finish her movie...lame lame lame). Lena's story was unrecognizable. Awful! And there was no guinea pig!

Ok...it wasn't as bad as the book to movie version of Less Than Zero, where the only thing the movie character's have in common with the book characters are their names. And it was a different kind of disappontment than Fear and Loathing where you realize that the only part that was cut was the best part (you know...that chapter where they are going to the fast food places asking where they can find the American Dream). But it was bad. So if you read the book, I would suggest staying away.

And yeah, I still cried at the sad parts. And I have a new found respect for Amber Tamblyn (although I still can't get the image of her screaming "Stop! Thief!" out of my head). I really like her hair...even the blue streaks.

But the movie still sucked. The end.

Great...Just Great

So, I've finally come to the conclusion that my death trap Ford Fuckus simply must go, right? Sending in the final payment tomorrow. Trading it in...buying a real grown up and responsible car. Then Paul calls me to share this great news.

Of course, being the conspiracy theorist that I am, I'm choosing to believe that this is a big government ploy to get people to not buy a Prius because (a) it's a foriegn car that is selling quite well - some areas have nine month waiting lists and (b) the less gas consumed the less tax dollars they get. Did you know that 19% of the price of gas is sheer tax?

So f it. I can't be in any worse shape than I am now. I've had about 10 recalls on the Fuckus. It's left me stranded in awful Philly traffic at 5pm on a Friday...dead humidity of summer...Eh, that's a whole other story that wasn't funny at the time but is hilarious now. And besides, this problem has happened in .04% of the cars sold.

I'll take my chances.

Amazing Discovery

I have lilac trees! Who knew?

Amster Amster Dam Dam Dam!

Ok...I'm back from my trip over the pond. It sucked, btw. The Dutch are really snooty. I guess there are a lot of asshole Americans that just go over there to party and we all just get a bad rap, but still. No need to be so fucking snotty. We got there too early to check in, so we dropped our stuff off at the hotel and went to the Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh museum and then Heineken. Came back, napped, ate Brazillian for dinner. We walked around a little and then went back to the hotel and watched some awful movie about a guy who anally rapes a hooker. Disturbing. The phone sex ads over there have actual naked chicks on them. The next day was Queen's Day. Don't go there for this. Ever. Too many fucking Dutch people. Although it was a good excuse to get drunk and wear orange. Also, Dutch women do not pee. There were outdoor urinals for men, but nothing for the bitches. We kept going back to the hotel. We walked a lot. I went to an outdoor market and got a really cool Nirvana bootleg. Sunday we went to the Anne Frank museum. I cried like a baby. I felt this deep heaviness that I can't explain. I couldn't breathe in that place. It was like I could feel the souls of the people who lived there. I can't explain it. It was so interesting and yet so unbelievably heavy...no other way to really explain this. I guess I'm just "sensitive" to these things. Then we went to this Guiness Cafe and were ther for, like, forever. Authentic Irish service! It took forever to get anything there. Then we took a canal cruise around the city. It was nice. Lots of cool pictures. After that, we went to the Black and White Cafe and drank and drank and drank. That was my favorite part of the trip. Monday we just shopped. I bought a cool new pair of Vans. Then we had Italian for dinner. Then took a walk to the red light district. I had a hard time making eye contact. But I caught this one girl giving me the "come fuck me" look. . My feet were hurting because I wore the Vans and they weren't broken in yet. So we went back to the hotel. The next day we left. But my wonderful husband managed to arrange for our cab driver to take us to see a windmill before going to the airport. My hero! And now I'm back. Guess what I found in my wallet today. 20 Euros. Oops! Guess I'll have to go back...