Oooooooorillia?

things that happened to me this weekend:

-I rode in a stretch Lincoln Navigator limo

-I went to a bar with bottle service

-I was surprised either of these was allowed considering my lack of fine taste in clothing, 

particularly my ratty old sneakers that my mom can't even stand, never mind the stuffy bouncers

-I had breakfast at 3:00 in a place where everyone was doing it (having breakfast)

-I brought a guy into the breakfast place that had 

my friends staring slackjawed at me, because he had more languages and degrees in his head than he had teeth (he had like 8 teeth)

-he almost gave me a cellphone

-I barely slept

These are probably the things I should be writing about, but the stories are too wierd and I'm too hungover.  Instead I will tell you what I learned about the burnt out car next door.  The guy that owned it was driving back from Toronto.  About 3 k out from here, on highway 6, he smelled smoke coming from his car.  About 2 k out he saw smoke coming from his car.  About 1 K out he saw fire coming from his car.  In each instance he stepped 

on the gas a little more, thinking "Well I gotta get home."  He had a transmission leak, and the fluid caught fire.  He came tearing into his driveway with his volvo, which was now trailing flames, I pictured it like a little rocket car.  He skidded onto his grass, and in one motion (in my mind) the door flung open and he tumbled out, running to his house from his now partly engulfed car.  By the time the fire department arrived the blaze was far to hot to extinguish, so they simply controlled it with a ring of foam around the car and watched it combust.  Awesome.   Apparently the guy knew he had a leak days before and didn't do shit about it, so that's what he gets.  Goodbye old Volvo.  One mystery remains.  When I went to check it out the car smelled like kerosene, unburned.  I'm no expert, but like I said: It 

wasn't a diesel, so why the diesel fuel smell?  Was there more to the story here? Cue twilight zone theme song.