crucify the weather man

Mood: tired
Music: Jack Johnson - sitting, waiting, wishing
Hours remaining untill the best day of the year: 26.5!!

When it is the 3rd of February and I live in Ontario, Canada, and I happen to mention "dangerous driving conditions", a great many things might come to mind. Such as blizzards, black ice, three meters of snow, white-out conditions, and perhaps the abominable snowman.
But probably not fog.

Sure, it might look like this now. . .

But on Friday night (well, technically it was Saturday morning) I felt like I was driving through a friggin' milkshake. It was gross! At the worst of it I couldn't see ten bloody feet ahead of me with highbeams on, nor could I see any approaching lights. Did I mention that I was by myself and had no idea where I was going? Good times!

When I was but a wee bratty child, The Mother informed me that thunder was just the angels going bowling. Now, I don't want to know what those angels were up to at around 1:30 Saturday morning, but I know it was BAAAAD!
And it resulted in me driving alone along the shoulder of the road in the country in pitch black blackness, cursing myself for not having a cell phone and mentally going over a roster of mass murderers and Hollywood serial killers who could, as a part of myself reasoned at the time, very well be lurking a few feet away, just out of sight, ready to move in for the attack!

And then because I wasn't stupid enough to attempt a three-point-turn with zero visibility in the middle of Victoria road (where it turns out I was), I had to keep driving along the side of the road untill I found the driveway to the headquarters of some coachline I've never heard of in my life where I could turn around. And along the driveway were signs reading "You have come to a SAFE place" juxtaposed against the serial-killer-friendly backdrop of a large parking lot washed out by fog and floodlights.
I was out of there in two shakes.

And from there I backtracked to a happy place with city lights and candy and other vehicles and all kinds of things that didn't appear menacing. And ten minutes later I was home watching the first two episodes of LOST on DVD which preluded to the rest of my weekend.

That is SUCH! A GOOD! SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ta Da.