Cars, cars, cars, cars.

Cars, I do adore.

Living in jersey, I drive. I sing to my stereo; I get jersey road
rage; and yes, I pay absurd prices for gas. At least I drive a tiny
Acura Integra and therefore can get up to 37.8 mpg hwy as I last
discovered on my trip to DC.

And as you can see from the latest poll, I'm curious as to how much
you drive.

Anyhow, on driving.

Yesterday I was hanging out with KB and DE, two of my best high school
friends. It was a cold night so we hopped in the hot tub to enjoy the
the warmth (slash hotness) of it while watching for shooting stars and
drinking "soldiers", beer. But alas the night had to end since we had
to sleep. So as I got out of the hot tub, literally steaming, I
wrapped a towel around me. I decided that I'd just go home in the
towel and got in my car. As soon as I closed the door, WHOSH. All of
my windows fogged up. I laughed at myself, by myself and reminesced my
swimming days.