Dude, where's the car?

The best laid plans of mice and men. I wandered out to bring the car up to attach the trailer in order to convey my nearest and dearest (object, not person!) to the river. Strangely, I couldn't find the car in any of its usual hiding spots up and down the street.

Ha ha, joke's on me. Friday night we met up with a near and dear friend in North Sydney for some light refreshments. Taking into account both the challenge of locating parking there, as well as the way in which NSWPD frowns upon driving after some light refreshing, we caught the train in from work. One of us caught the train to work, the other had taken the car to work... so when we both caught the train to the pub... the car remained at one of our workplaces.

So I ended up seeing The Freedom Writers, likely taglined somewhere as the inspirational feelgood movie of the year. Long story short: rookie teacher wins the hearts and respect of her gangsta students and changes their world.

That description sounds pretty snide: the movie was a lot better than I expected, and (if you can believe what you read on the Interweb) remarkably true to life. Very impressive, Miz G.