Auto insurance: it really HERTZ

Last July I spent a week visiting Dusan Jeftinija, a friend living in Lexington, Kentucky who does the web comic introduced me to swing dancing. While I was in town, I rented a car from Hertz because I got a 10% off coupon from my auto insurance company. Unfortunately, on my second day of exploring the city, I managed to get rear-ended by this guy.

He wasn't watching where he was going, and he admitted the accident was his fault right there when the officer arrived to take statements. I naturally assumed his most of the damages to his car, less a $500 that my agent tells me I'll probably never reclaim.

Then there's Hertz, who have been sending me, personally, nasty letters demanding money ever since this event transpired. I've passed these along to my insurance agency, but yesterday I received this little gem in my mailbox:

That's right. They've added on a few cute little "charges" to my total bill for an accident that was someone scot-free when he rear-ends somebody.

Anyhow, I have a little extra time to take care of these details today because have a delightful snow-day here in Nebraska. Our weekly blizzard tore through the state last night and left the roads hazardous to close schools and businesses for the day, so my original plans to go dancing with friends from Omaha at the Pla-Mor for Swing Night were unfortunately canceled. In the meantime, I'll catch up on comics, freelance work, and figuring out how I can get out of paying a couple hundreds bucks to an auto-rental company that really HERTZ my checking account.

Taco Party: The Video

While the guys were outside sledding and throwing snowballs at us, I set my camera to video mode and recorded some of their antics to share with you. And that wraps up the infamous Taco Party! It was a weekend I'll remember for years to come.

Taco Party: Part 2

I'm still recovering from what turned out to be an exciting, snow-bound weekend in Omaha. As I mentioned in my last post, a blizzard that wandered through Nebraska Saturday night left a couple of us held up in Vivian and Jenny's apartment overnight. I knew the snow was coming before I drove up to Omaha, but I wasn't going to let a little weather keep me from a fun-filled Taco Party.

We started the evening off with a little dinner and dancing, all in the kitchen. Once everybody had gotten their fill of delicious make-your-own tacos, Eric and Vivian took the floor for a little swing dancing. She's a very special lady.

Next came games, which included an intense game of Jenga. Every time someone took a block from that tower it felt like they were about to defuse a bomb. If you check out Eric's blog, you can see the video from when the tower finally came down.

As the snow started to accumulate, some of the guys took to the hill in the backyard to try some sledding. Unfortunately, the snow was too wet and the slope was too flat for them to get very far, so before long they gave up and started attacking the back door with snowballs. A few of them came through, causing massive damage to the wall and the side of Jenny's head. (In all fairness, the guys felt bad about the mess they made and cleaned up the kitchen to say they were sorry. They're nice guys.)

The party started to thin out around ten o'clock, but the rest of us stayed up until around 3 AM watching Quantum Leap and hanging out. Hugh, Natalie, and I opted to spend the night rather than risk the slippery roads to head back home. It was probably a wise decision, because on my drive home to Lincoln the next morning, I-80 was littered with stuck semi trucks, vans, and cars that had slid off the road during the storm. Hugh and I crashed in the living room overnight and I woke up the next morning with a severe case of bed head.

Vivian and Jenny were nice enough to make us all waffles for breakfast the next morning! I was hungry again around 3 PM, so Viv and I got to make Chicken Alfredo together. I had the strange feeling that we'd done this sort of thing before. Deja vu!

All in all, it was an awesome weekend at Vivian's. I'm looking forward to the next big blizzard.

Wild night in Omaha

In case those of you in warmer climates didn't know, those of us here in Nebraska just got pelted with something of a blizzard last night. Five to ten inches of the white stuff fell to the ground just overnight, and I wound up snowbound in Omaha at a taco party held at Vivian and Jenny's apartment. I had seen the forecast coming up here, but on the drive up to Omaha, the weather was simply gray, rainy, and definitely above freezing. I definitely didn't want to miss out on this party, either. We had tacos, games, and an impromptu snowball fight from the inside out that left the carpet soaked. Viv and Jenny let a couple of us spend the night rather then venture back out onto I-80 for a hazardous trip home at 2 in the morning.

A year of changes

2006 was an interesting year for me. Aside from taking up swing dancing as a hobby, which is something I wouldn't have predicted I'd be doing in my wildest dreams, I also happened to grow a goatee and start wearing contacts instead of glasses as I had for the last 15 or so years. The pictures above are almost exactly one year apart. The funny thing is that most of my friends from swing dance only know me as the guy on the right.

Back in Nebraska

It's been another terrific week back in Nebraska, despite the shock of walking into blowing snow and sub-zero temperatures after a week or basking in the balmy glow of 60-70 degree days in Las Vegas. Vivian and I got to learn some Balboa thanks to some of our lovely Jitterbugging friends. Then Vivian drove down to Lincoln to visit me and my bible study on Thursday. On Friday, our whole gang crashed a very busy Fuddruckers and had a good time making a mess of the place:

Eric and Jenny yell at each other after a game of Cruis'n World.

Eric and Vivian have a very brief smackdown.

Don't I look cute in Vivian's hat? No, I don't.

On Sunday I returned to Omaha again to attend Terra Nova with Vivian, which was wrapping up their three-part series on relationships. Tonight, I zip back to Omaha to take more Lindy Hop lessons with Vivian and then take a Balboa class. Naturally, I'll be back in Omaha tomorrow to celebrate V-Day. You've got to wonder why I don't just move on up to the Big O.

Goodbye from Las Vegas

It's the end of another week in Las Vegas. I got to manage our booth entirely on my own on Friday, which worked out all right since the show was winding down and the few people who came by the booth were mostly interested in buying our show samples for cheap. Our trucker Ray came by and we spent a couple hours tearing down the booth, and then I had the evening to myself. I didn't think I would be able to see a show while in Vegas, but when I learned that Drew Carey and other members of Whose Line is it Anyway would be performing at the MGM Grand, I had to see it. It was excellent. I got to see Ryan Stiles, Greg Proops, Chip Esten, Kathy Kinney, performing for us, playing some of the same familiar games they played on Whose Line is it Anyway while taking suggestions from the audience and bringing members up on stage. They were hilarious--their show was just as funny as anything they've ever done on TV, and they were doing it all right on the spot just for us. It was the best show I'd seen in Vegas, bar none.

Today, once I made sure our show was on track to head back to Nebraska and one of our dealers here in Las Vegas got to receive a bed she'd bought from us, I was able to do some sightseeing. Mostly, I gorged at a buffet and then traveled up and down the Strip, visiting an Apple Store and getting my picture taken our by that iconic neon sign on the south end of the Boulevard. I headed over to the airport early enough to jump online for an hour or two as I waited for my flight. Somehow, it seems the airport here is the only place in Las Vegas with free wireless Internet. Go figure.

It's been another great trip. Now to go home and catch up on some sleep!