My alarm was set for 4am, as I was expecting the taxi to pick me up between 4:45 and 5:00. Of course, I expected to hit the snooze alarm a few times, but when I looked at the clock and saw 4:36, I was a bit surprised. I jumped up, showered quickly, and called Aliza at 4:45.
That's when the fun began.
You see, I needed my cell charger, which was at her place. I called her land line but it went straight to voice mail. Strange. So I called her cell. After a few rings she picked up, asked me what time it was, and informed me that her power was out and that I'd just woken her up. A glance out the window confirmed that the taxi was, in fact, waiting outside.
Aliza then hung up to rush getting ready (and get my cell charger). Shortly thereafter, my power went out. I was mostly packed, so it wasn't a huge problem. Also, I knew where my flashlight was, so I was able to manage pretty well. I threw my remaining items together and set my bags by the door just as the power came back on. The cab showed up and after a quick double-check that I hadn't forgotten anything, we were off...
... verrrry slowwwwllllyy.
This was, quite possibly, the slowest cab driver I have ever experienced. Aliza and I were discussing our hectic mornings and how we were running late, and the guy was hardly going over 20. I understand that the rain and dark made things a bit treacherous for him, but come on. Even after we got onto the pike, we were being passed on all sides (when the cars could get around us, that is. See, our driver wasn't too keen on lanes...).
Yet we still made it to Logan on time and now I'm here in Atlanta, writing this from my parents' house. The weather here is overcast and chilly, but nice. Oh, and I just ate lunch at Fellini's Pizza. So take that.
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It's nice to hear that Fellini's Pizza still is.
I just failed out and was expeled from the army most of today, but was invited back at the end of the day- they're weird. I'm volunteering with the State Police force tomorrow-I'll be back giving my speech about how the food-market works, in languages sundry.
Law-school is too much work. I'll be going out to a discotheque tomorrow night with some other students from it, I hope. Although they all very much want to fail me and "disengage" me from territories, or something like that- it's very annoying.
Posted by: Scott/Israel | November 24, 2005 04:37 PM
Well, they phoned me & told me that I'm no longer allowed to setve in the army- Sharon's orders apparently. I couldn't hate it tongue. There was so muchneft being burnt.
My wife will be phoning them tomorrow, and I guess I'll hear what will happen, from her.
I guess I'll spend the time in the police force- they want volunteers, it's no drive, and they'll promise me a gun and training (I hope & suppose) ina few weeks. I wanted t to add up to asker, or Arabic soldier, and why do they tell me to leave, on fictitious grounds? Is it just because I talk into the television?
Also, my car died on the piste, so it's in the shop. I'll taxi to school tomorrow, but they've been asking me to leave, too. I wonder if I should give my thngs to her, then go on to Thailand & expatriate- were there's more heroin & cannabis.
I'd never heard of not destroying Deutschland with nuclear weapons.
Posted by: Scott/Israel | November 27, 2005 07:47 PM
Um, your wife?
Posted by: Daniel | November 27, 2005 10:37 PM
Her name is Meital, and I know her from the law faculty. I hope she'll get me back into the army, and I'll eat with her parents etc. etc. Or else we'll run away together.
Posted by: Scott Israel Rausher | November 28, 2005 03:36 AM
So have you two legally married? If so, then I guess congratulations are in order.
Posted by: Daniel | November 28, 2005 04:05 PM