Now I know I had said earlier that that would have been impossible, but it wasn't.
Howard calls (on thursday, and friday) and he says that he's going to get me down. I say, the car's still busted. He says he'll call Mike Jones (one of the instructors for SUNY Brockport), and see what can be done.
Mike calls me and says, "what's the problem?" I say James' alternator is blown, but we don't have any wrenches. He tells us to hold on, he's gotta find someone to take care of his kid.
Then he comes down and says, "okay, where's the car." I have no clue, James isn't even in.
We wait two hours. By this time, both José and James have shown up.
So, now we take the alternator that James bought a month and a half ago (when the other one blew) and we try to put it in the car. But its the wrong one! So, we go with Mike down to the parts store. We get the right alternator (and simultaneously learned that James' car is a '92 Tempo, not a '91), and drive back to B lot.
We installed the alternator, used Mike's van to jump start the car.
So, at 9pm, we leave for Brooklyn. We arrived at my house at 4 in the morning. I didn't feel that tired during the drive, but I don't remember much of it, except that James (the driver) kept saying he was hallucinating.
Needless to say, it took us about 15 minutes to get to sleep (read "minutes" as "nanoseconds").
We woke up at 11:15. We ate breakfast, piled (Me, Chris, José and James) into my dad's wagon, and headed up to the Bronx.
The Tournament itself went well. José was a first place champion and James was a second place champion. I didn't place, but I did break 5" of wood (and really banged up my foot trying to do 7" and 9") with a sidekick.
They also took their Yellow Belt tests. And got them, of course.
Needless to say, James and José had a great time. I had a good time too.
I could feel all this positive energy in the air. I just wanted to close my eyes and relax in it. And smile.
Then we came back upstate. Thanx to the lack of construction (there was a problem on the Major Deegan on the way down), we made it back up in 6.5 hours.
Now I'm tired. But I gotta finish my day (and my laundry).
Other good stuff:
- I got rid of my general and intense desire to kiss someone (note general there...)
- I rediscovered how much I like classic rock
- and I finally got enough clothes in my bag to clean them
update: I've learned metacharacters (so I can be UTF compatible)