Wherein Bry crosses the street to get to the other side.

I have mostly gotten over my bell jar moment that can otherwise be known as Wednesday August 18, 2010.

My friends and family have been somewhat indulgent, with offers to beat people up. Mom said "All men are Ashleys."

I am so excited for a return to my spinster ways. I sat in my Snuggie for 3 hours! And I now have the pedal for my sewing machine which means I can start making my clothes. I will look to Romy and Michelle or possibly Dawn Wiener as muses.

I am starting a new band. It is called Walk Sign Is On. First single, "Hey Ashley, That's a Oneway."

Last night, I was downtown, innocently trying to cross the street to get a burrito from the cart near Ash Street Saloon, when here comes a firetruck racing down 3rd Ave. At the same time, some douche in a Sentra tries to turn up 3rd Ave, wrong way on a oneway, and almost hit the firetruck, which luckily was slowed to make the Burnside crossing. The car does a slam-on-
the-breaks-do-a-U-turn number to get out of the way.

I guess if you have to get in a head-on collision, a firetruck is your best bet. Though, the truck was already lit up, headed to an emergency, so the car full of Insane Clown Douche-bags would have had to wait in line.

Right before they caused this holy mess, the car full of fools was driving down Burnside blasting 90s rap (No Diggity!) and harassing all the women and bikers they passed. So staring straight at death was just a little karmic bitch-slap to sober them up.

But most importantly, the burrito was delish. A Teriyaki Steak Burrito. Seriously The Best Burrito Ever. You should all be jealous of this burrito.