Kate! Get your headlights fixed. That's dangerous. What the hell. But hey, my car has decided to add to its repetoire of strange noises, so the car and I will be visiting a mechanic on Monday, who will no doubt find something expensive that needs to be fixed. It's the expense of unknown noise.
Last night, Paul and I made a foolhardy attempt to eat dinner at a new restaurant in Ames. It's purported to be Irish, and is inappropriately named Dublin Bay, given that Iowa is nowhere near Dublin or a bay. Anyway. We got there around 6, again foolishly thinking we were somehow beating the usual dinner crowd. Of course, it was packed -- the wait was over an hour, and I could tell by the hostess eyeing my jeans-and-t-shirt dinner attire that for me, it would be two hours. The highlight of our brief foray to Dublin Bay was that someone had driven a black porsche right up to the door and pretty much parked it there. Paul was distraught that someone in Ames, or Iowa for that matter, drives a Porsche to pseudo-Irish restaurants. The reasoning is that if you own a Porsche, you pretty much don't HAVE to live in Iowa, and you're just showing off more than usual.
In other highlights, about 200 Vermont sheep who might have the sheep-variant of Mad Cow disease are munching their final meals at the National Animal Disease Lab in Ames. I could ride my bike over to the heavily-guarded gates right now. When the livestock trucks reached I-35 (that's the main highway into Ames) the state police formed a moving barracade around the trucks. Such excitement. I hardly know what to do with my vegetarian self.
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