Early on Thursday evening, my friend Bev Chase decided that she had too many errands to run before leaving town early the next morning on a trip and had to give up her Radiohead ticket. Being the amazing friend she is, she suggested to Emily that I take her ticket. So I get a call from Emily out of the blue and she's like "What are you doing tonight?" Me: "Nothing. I'm tired. I'm staying in." Emily: "No, you're not! You're actually going to go see Radiohead with me at Madison Square Garden." (I'll omit the part where I jumped around and started screaming like Grant at a Backstreet Boys concert...but suffice it to say, I was excited).
So Emily and I headed uptown to Bev's apartment to pick up her ticket and then we ate delicious Quizno's subs. (mmmm). Right before hopping a cab to MSG, Emily and I spotted this bitching-ass, chopped, custom mini-van. Check that shit out, yo. If the A-Team had been dwarves, this would've been their vehicle of chizzoice.
02.04.2004 - Addendum: So tonight I got the bestest email ever: "I live in the same apartment building with the owner of that black van. The owner of this van looks like eerily like Fabio: long blond hair, constant tan and constantly wears the long beach tank top. His two tiny "hot dog" dogs, that he walks with everywhere, constant yelping wake the apartment. Anyway, FYI."
That's so great. I was totally hoping it was owned by a family of dwarves, but picturing the tan guy driving it with his long blond hair blowing out the driver-side window and his two weiner dogs hanging out the passenger side, that's almost as good.