Star Light, Star Bright

I am wicked tired right now.

I completely blame my roommate for that. There was a big meteor shower last night, and she insisted on waking me up to go watch it. In all honesty, I really couldn't care less. I mean, what am I supposed to say, really? "Ooooh! Look at that! It's a big chunk of space junk heated by friction, causing it to glow! That shining trail of gases and melted matter following behind it is AWESOME!" All in all, the meteor shower was an absolute bust. We only saw one really good one. I guess the rest of the evening surrounding it was kind of amusing, though.

I woke up to one of our neighbors jumping up and down on my bed to get me to come out to watch the blessed event with them. When I finally dragged my sorry butt up, they made me walk up this big friggen hill to the car. I fell asleep on the way to the field where we were going to watch the meteor shower. They woke me up again when we got there and made me walk MORE. I tell you what... I may have said yes to the meteor shower in all its poor timing, but I definitely did NOT sign up for a hike. So we finally get to this stupid field, lay out some blankets and relax while we wait to see some meteor action. We're there for like 10 or 15 minutes before some silly Rent-A-Cop comes and kicks us out. I learned in that moment that all the public parks in the area close at dusk. I had not known that. My roommate did, but she bucked the rules for the sake of the space junk. Also, she said she'd done it plenty of times before and had never been busted. She'd even had a slice of pizza with one of the guys who did patrolling in that area. Well, the fellow we encountered was certainly not interested in sharing any snacks with us. He. was. ticked. We started packing up our stuff right away, but Carley, in what I can only assume was a strange attempt at an apology, told him how she'd never had this problem before and how she spent time in that particular park after dark all the time. BIG mistake. Captain Letter-of-the-Law totally chewed us out for that one. "You guys see that sign over there? The one that says that the park closes at dusk? Well, it may just be me, but I like to follow the LAW." Verbatim.

So in less than an hour, we left the apartment, drove to some field, trekked to the perfect meteor-watching location, got busted by a very angry middle-aged man, trekked back and went home. Probably not worth it for space junk.