We enjoyed our Indy garage sale so much we did not one, but two more in Tampa. The first took place at our house, the next week we brought all of our leftover crap to our friends' house and got rid of almost all of it. Below is the 'before' picture of the garage.
T-giving was spent at Brian and Lori's cousin's house. I couldn't eat the turkey because it was deep fried in peanut oil but I managed to plow through plenty of sides. The real excitement happened on BLACK FRIDAY. We got up at 7 (although apparently that is considered late) and started at Sears. The whole way to the mall Brian was ruing his participation and declaring it against his basic principles. Many WONDERFUL deals later he was a convert.
The highlight of Tampa thus far came after a Lightning game. It is a bit odd to go to a hockey game in 75 degree weather but it was a fun taste of home. As we took our seats who appeared on the videoboard but MC Hammer announcing a post-game concert! While we may not have stayed all three periods normally, this was too good to be true. Hammer took the stage in a sophisticated tux and was backed up by the same dancers he had back in 1990 (we were able to deduce this by the wrinkles, old-school hairstyles and width of their behinds.) He gave us all the classics. The funniest part was the seemingly normal 30-somethings rocking out and doing the all dances and hand motions.
Lori and I have just made our second road trip down here from Indy to bring my car back. The pros of this ride versus the first one: no cats, no fog or rain, better timing on our part. All in all it wasn't bad other than the intermittent smell of hot garbage. We are suspicious that something died under my hood but neither of us was willing to confirm the theory at 2 am in rural Georgia. For the first couple of hours that it stunk we were each silently blaming the other for gas leakage and Lori actually admitted to being concerned that she might have experienced seepage without knowing it. We enjoyed the McDonald's drive through at 10 pm and all we could think about was that we looked like homeless people living in a BMW. I packed that car to the gills with not one ounce of open space and random towels and magazines seemed to be floating in the back windows. Finally, a very sad moment in the ride: Lori was driving and happened to look over at a particular road kill and noticed it was a puppy. "Oh gross," she said " that was a puppy. It was a bugle."
