ADRIAN, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY AN ADULT

Cleaning out the top of Adrian's closet earlier this week, I came across his trusted blue lunch cooler. It's one of those lunchbox things that has insulation to keep cold things cold or hot things hot. And it's where Adrian has kept his social security card and birth certificate, to name a few of the important papers in there, for the last eight or so years. I told him, sadly, the reign of the blue cooler was over. No respectable 30-year-old keeps their important documents in a lunch cooler. Adrian's papers are now in our file cabinet, in a nice folder clearly labeled "Important Papers". The cooler is now being used by one of the many homeless here in San Francisco. On a related note, I have never seen a photo of Adrian's college girlfriend (which he dated for close to five years) because when they broke up, he cut up all her pictures and then threw them away. Asking relatives didn't help - no one seemed to have a photo of this girl. And Adrian's memory leaves a lot to be desired. I had no clue what this girl looked like, and I just wanted to see. It wasn't like I was going to use her photo to hunt her down and hurt her. Geez, what kind of person do you think I am? So I'm sorting through the cooler papers and in a small credit-card type wallet, I find one tiny photo taken in a photobooth of Adrian and a "mystery" girl. I immediately called Adrian to ask him at what point in his life did he have a lot of hair and wear a necklace. After telling me that Shari, the girlfriend, made a necklace for him, I almost fell over. After a relentless five years, I had found a picture of the elusive Shari. I couldn't believe it. She's cuter than I expected, but she's no me.

WASH YOUR DAMN CAR AT HOME

I might have blogged about this before, but I feel the need to reiterate my point on this subject. Yesterday I went to the car wash - where the most expensive wash is probably a little over twenty bucks, and where you get a million minimum-wage Mexicans to vacuum your car, hand-wash the exterior, clean the windows, and hand-dry it. To me, it's a great deal (since I pay for the basic $12.95 wash). I'm not going to bitch about a few spots they didn't get or a streak on my window. But let me tell you that I am in the minority on this one. One gentleman sent his truck back for another full wash when he didn't like the way his roof was cleaned. Another guy walked with a worker around his car and pointed out spots on his tires that he wanted clean. The woman (double-parked in front of me!) made a worker reclean her windows - and I was able to watch this episode from inside my car because I couldn't drive away until she was satisfied her car was perfectly spotless. It's - in a word - ridiculous! Leave these poor, underpaid, sweating Mexicans alone - they have a huge amount of cars to get through in a day! If you want your car perfect, take it to some detailer OR wash your damn car at home!

I MISSED AT LEAST 4

I just finished the Millionaire audition and I didn't pass. I'm not disappointed though (okay, maybe a little...especially after missing 2 of the easy questions, where I just second-guessed myself), but overall it was a great experience. I LOVE TRIVIA! They packed about 80 of us in a room and we took a multiple-choice test of thirty questions in ten minutes. Guess how many people passed? Only 6! On the way out the door, the rumor was that you're only allowed to miss 3 questions. I know for a fact that I missed at least 4 of them. Oh well - I got a pencil out of it.