Word of the Day: Comity

comity (not to be confused with comedy):
1. A state of mutual harmony, friendship, and respect, especially between or among people; civility.

I survived Sunday by some feat of dedication and conviction previously unknown to man. As a result, the world is more benevolent than it was on Saturday, when I spent four hours wandering around Alexandria while my tire was being patched. Someone sabotaged me with a nail. Consequently, I was considering what the worst act of insolence would be that a person could committ against someone they don't know. Quite possibly it would be to place a nail near their tire.

Yesterday was happy hour. Monday only has one purpose, which is to hang out with my beloved coworkers at RFD discussing our coolness. I sent out a somewhat entertaining invitation to an ATM Anti-Valentine's Day party we're having and was subsequently promoted from social coordinator to Empress based solely on my poetic genius. We toasted to my advancement on a ladder completely devoid of meaning, drank some beer, and then I ran off to the 930 club to meet Michelle for a Lifehouse concert, from which I now have a permanant blue stamp on the back of my hand. What am I, 14?

Then comes the most bizarre ride home I've ever encountered. Instead of waiting 25 minutes for a bus I knew would take me directly home by 12:10am, I chose to get on a bus I had once seen driving down King Street, thinking it must go past my house at some point. An hour passes and I still cannot identify a single street name or landmark (it was pitch black out anyway). Finally, at 12:25am, the glorious sound of "King Street and 35th Road" echoes through the long-since empty bus. I shouted inordinately loud for the bus driver to stop and escaped a nightmare that sent me winding through the maze called Shirlington. You know you can drive down 35th Road, making turn after turn, and NEVER leave 35th?

On the docket for tonight: State of the Union Address.