Saturday

I left work and was driving home, decided to get some soup since it was both cold and rainy. I called Perren to see if he wanted anything and shortly after hanging up I found myself at a red light staring at a license plate that read DRJ 5483. I was struck with a sense of excitement, I had recently heard about Charlotte's HKJ plate sighting in DC/FC. It occurred to me that this DRJ plate was not a vanity plate, and I was musing on this as I got on the highway and had just pretty much decided that this maybe did not hold any meaning at all when I find in my face once again a plate beginning with DRJ. This is truly exciting, and my hand flies to my mouth as I exclaim "Holy Shit!".

I am an overwhelming urge to spread the news, mainly to Vikki, and am also thinking of other folks, wishing I knew how to text a number of people from my i phone in one message (anyone?) I think how I should be sharing this with my brother as well but does he know about the tremont midget sightings? All sorts of thoughts along these lines running thru my mind but with the immediate need to text Vikki, so I do. I think this is interesting because it sounds like at the very times I was being inundated by DRJ's in my face, she was saying aloud to Joseph "Damn I really miss Grandma".

Fast forward a bit, I get home, eat soup, shower, and head out to Banks Rd for the baby fiesta. What should I see en route -? Yet one more for the day , a DRJ plate flying by me on the highway.

At this point, I am really contemplating license plates and how they all begin with three letters, ours is DRE which makes Perren and I hardcore and loosely associated with Death Row records. But really, I think, they must be on a DRJ roll at the Ohio DMV and this explains that. So, I basically said to myself - self, continue to be aware of the plates you pass and if you keep seeing DRJ's, then there you go. Today is Monday and I have yet to embark on my car bound errands but I did plenty of cruising around yesterday on the high way and otherwise and not a DRJ in sight. Perhaps Aunt Helen got out to Jho's shower/fiesta, I can only imagine her glee at 1. the shout to Vasu of "beat it like it's a Paki!" in reference to the pinata, from the mouth of a man whom I have never really spoken to, and can now vow that I never will ( and this is an OC dweller, can't blame Lorain Co.!) 2. The hi-fucking-larious convos in the kitchen between the Banks roaders, N&V and I about Jho's dating history - not to mention Nate's inexplicable 9well, certainly alcohol played some part) on going walk down memory lane to our cleveland heights days.

Anyway, who knows, just thought I would share..