Fortunarati

Because I think so highly of you, I've decided to share the latest fortunes in my fortune cookie fortune collection.

I also scanned the backs of the fortune cookies, so if you'd like to see your lucky numbers, click here and take your pick. If you hit the lottery, I expect a small cut.
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So I didn't really talk about the demolition yesterday ... just kind of let the picture speak for itself.

We ended up going to Fred's 17th floor apartment — he's the guy who works upstairs — at 6 frickin' a.m. It was way too early. We didn't know anybody else there, but they made us feel very welcome. Fred even lent us a tripod so that Mr. Shaky Hands wouldn't flub up the photos. Paul and I really appreciated that. (Also: Paul's photo is on the front page of Tuesday's TDN. Yay Paul! Link forthcoming.)

We snuck out as soon as the event was over and rode down the elevator with the building's paperboys (who informed us there are 114 apartments in the building and made Paul toss papers down the hall on a couple of floors). When we finally hit the lobby, I groaned. The concrete dust was so thick outside that we could hardly see in front of us — and we weren't even that close to the blast!

We pulled our shirts up over our noses and mouths and ran out to the Vue, thanking our lucky stars that we'd been able to find a close parking spot. Here's what it looked like, and you can't even get the full effect of how much concrete covered my car.

I was really surprised how few people showed up. Yes, it was early in the morning, but it was also the biggest implosion in the U.S. this year. That's a big deal! But as we were driving home, I was pretty thankful that there wasn't a lot of traffic with which to contend.

We hit up a car wash on the way home to clean off all the dust. The super-mega-ultra power wash deluxe (a.k.a. the most expensive one) did a good job getting it clean, except for some stubborn bird poop that's been on my windshield since we came home from Destin. With my luck, it probably mixed with some concrete and will now be a permanent feature. (Remember: It's not a bug, it's a feature!)

So, long story short (warning: pun ahead) ... Paul and I had a blast. ::grins::

Then we came home and went back to bed. We're too old for a 4 a.m. wake-up call.