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Tue 31 Jan, 2006 05:25 pm
Earlier on today, whilst all of you colonials were asleep, Dag started an urgent thread, asking for help with her failing motor vehicle.
She had to make a trip to see her parents, as it was their wedding anniversary, which meant crossing the Austrian border into lower Transylvania, where they live.
It is only an hours journey, apparently, but she was taking all of her belongings with her as the trip coincided with her being evicted from her apartment, due to breaking the terms of her lease (something about using it as a bawdyhouse, I think).
Now....she has either arrived there in one piece, and is now partaking of what her local tribespeople pass off as vodka, whilst toasting her parents health and warming her feet by the fire......or.....she is at this moment, hitching up her skirt in order to persuade a Transylvanian lorry driver to stop and give her a lift, thereby having to leave her battered old suitcase in the back of her broken down trabant.
I wish her well, and hope that she hasn't trudged her way up to some dark forboding castle in order to ask for shelter.
Good luck Dag, wherever you are............
Dagmaraka,
I sincerely hope you are ok. I know you weren't feeling well the other night also. Please get well and let us all know that you are ok!
Baby don'tyou panic.... I'll get you a Satanic mechanic...
From my very favorite cult movie!
You do paint a dire and distressful picture, lordee.
This is what Ellpus is on about btw:
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=68267
I hope all is well, too!
(If she got there safe and sound, though, celebrating her parents' 35th wedding anniversary may be a higher priority for her than letting us know she's OK... kids and their wacky mixed-up priorities today, I tell ya...)
Oh...and if anyone looking like this.....
....offers you shelter......RUN FOR THE HILLS!
Hope she made it..... 'check engine' lights don't seem to mean immediate doom (most of the time). Do they?
She was just on the "State of the Union Drinking Game" thread (or whatever it's called...)
LordEllupus wrote:RUN FOR THE HILLS!
Where are the supposed 'hills' you speak of? People are always running for the hills. It seems the mountains would be much safer.
fraid they do, MA. you must have been thinking of Nebraska.
Quote:Harney Peak, in the Black Hills, is the highest point between the Rocky Mountains and the French Alps. More than 70,000 people hike to its 7,242 foot summit each year.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Dakota
and i personally stood on it.
Indeed, when Lewis and Clark first came through Nebraska they wrote down in their maps "desert!".
The tree almost isn't native to Nebraska. We made up Arbor Day to plant more trees. And I still hardly ever see 'em. Just lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of effing hills.
But, we have the world's largest underground aquifer! Woohoo!
You are indeed a caring, sharing fellow, Ellpus! (or something!)
Thank you, Margo.
I like to think that, here on A2K, we are the sort of people that look out for one another and offer moral support, along with good, practical advice.
Besides, I was worried for those poor unsuspecting Transylvanian lorry drivers. They wouldn't have known what hit 'em, if they tried anything.
She's back!
I've just seen her.............glad to see that she made the trip OK, and that she didn't end up trying to hitch a lift with Ivan the terrible.
Nice to see you safe and well, Dag. Hope you had a great time with your parents.
Lord Ellpus wrote:Oh...and if anyone looking like this.....
....offers you shelter......RUN FOR THE HILLS!
But but but but...that's my father! Dr. Acula, professor of haematology. I am sorry to have worried my distant cousin Lord Ellpus, I was indeed temporarily blinded by what we pass off as vodka and unable to see the computer, not to even speak of the keyboard.
P.S.: Ivan the Terrible made it to the family jollies and missed your company tremendously, dear cousin. You Brits are so conservative. I so wish that you would come down for a visit of all your Eastern European relatives. I promise it will be very refreshing. Here are some portraits of my beloved sister and I to entice you to come.
7,242 foot summit? Our elevation in town is 5,300', and we're in a valley.
Veeee haf zome nize heels. Come to me, Rogér, I vil shoow you. Look deep into my eyez...
errr....glitch in the system. hang on a moment.
yessss, concentrate, you are looking into my eyez....you feel vormth, your limbz are heavy. you feel ze urge to fly.... your zoul iz living your body...
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