Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Missynation Goes To A Rave

This past weekend, I traveled to Las Vegas with Hubs and another couple we are friends with.  Originally, Hubs wanted to surprise me with the trip to see Celine Dion’s new show at Caesar’s.  (is that the rave she’s talking about?  Perhaps she doesn’t know what a rave is???)

We made the travel plans back in January and were all very excited to head out west to see Celine chest-pump her way through her greatest hits.  Ok, so maybe we weren’t ALL VERY excited… poor Hubs was a good sport (seeing as how this would be his 2nd Celine concert…)

Anyway, as we were making final plans of what else we could do in Sin City, we discovered that the Electric Daisy Carnival was taking place the same weekend that we would be in town.  For those of you that have never heard of the Electric Daisy Carnival, it is a three-day, dusk-to-dawn, electronic music festival held this year, for the first time, at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway.  It has been held for the past dozen or so years in Los Angeles, but LA basically kicked the festival out after last year when a 15 year old girl died from a drug overdose.  Sad.

Now, I will admit something here.  (as if admitting that I do, in fact, like Celine Dion, wasn’t embarrassing enough…) I am a closet techno music fan.  There. I said it.  I like to dance.  Ok, so, I like the idea of dancing more than actually dancing; I feel very self-conscious when I dance…  like I’ve got a fierce “white-man’s overbite” going on…  nevertheless, I like techno/dance/electronica music. J

So, on Friday, Hubs called me to ask if I would be interested in going to the Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) since the other couple that we were traveling with was going to go.  The husband was going to surprise his wife (my friend, Paige) with tickets for Saturday night/Sunday morning.

Since my motto is that “life is an adventure”, I figured why not? When else am I going to have the chance to attend a rave?  And, if I’m ever gonna do it, why not attend one in Las Vegas?  So, we bought the tickets and made the plans.

I will admit to being a little nervous.  I had no idea what to expect.  Would it be a rampant drug-fest?  Would there be fistfights?  And, most importantly, what the heck was I going to wear????  I had no idea what appropriate “rave attire” was, let alone if I had anything in my closet that would suffice. Hubs made me feel a little bit better when he declared that he would probably just wear jeans and either a “Funkin Gonuts” shirt (printed in the color and script of the Dunkin’ Dounuts sign) or a t-shirt we bought at the Wal-Mart in Lexington, VA with the tootsie pop owl and the phrase “Keep on Lickin’” on it.  (yep, we’re a classy bunch!)  Hubs declared that it didn’t really matter since no matter what he wore he’d still just “look like a cop.”

When it came time to head out, I opted for a simple outfit of shorts and a tank top and some ballet flats.  I thought about wearing my running shoes (the only other closed toe shoes I had with me; I was not about to wear flip-flops or any open toed shoes; at this point I was cursing myself for not packing that extra pair of shoes that would have most likely been my low-top converse chucks… see ladies; when in doubt, pack the extra shoes! J) but I was afraid wearing my tennis shoes to a rave might make me look like I was commuting to work…  I shouldn’t have bothered.  While the ballet flats were sufficient; I probably would have been more comfortable trekking from the parking lot in BF, Egypt and ALL over the speedway infield and tennis shoes were NOT the oddest form of footwear I would see that night.

We left for the EDC at about 11:30pm and got to the speedway about 12:15am.  We got our “tickets”, which were actually just little plastic credit-card like things, and our “VIP” wristbands (by the time we bought the tickets, they only had VIP tickets left…) and then went through 2 pretty extensive searches.  I mean, it wasn’t quite TSA-style groping, but they made us take stuff out of our purses and patted us down and went over each of us with a metal-detection wand.  The lady who searched my purse informed me that “open chap-stick is not allowed.”  I almost had a heart attack.  Anybody that knows me knows that, while I am not a drug addict or user, I am an admitted chap-stick addict.  (plus, that was the only chap stick I had in the desert…)  As hard as I tried to dress to fit in, I must have also looked like a cop because she let me in with my open chapstick. J

After we went through security, we took our fancy wristbands and “VIP” lanyards (and I took my contraband chapstick) and headed towards the festivities.  It was quite a sight.  There were 6 (SIX!) different stages all pumping out dance music.  We headed for the “main stage” to see some folks that we were familiar with (and, by we, I mean Paige & Chris, the other couple we were with; they were very knowledgeable about who was playing. I admitted that I only knew one “famous” DJ and that was Paul Oakenfold… although, I do have some Numeriklab on my ipod…)

We made it to the VIP area of the “main” stage, also known as the “kineticFIELD”, and saw the end of Benny Benassi’s set.  Next up was David Guetta.   The whole scene was a sensory overload experience and it was actually a lot of fun.  I’ll let my videos speak for themselves…

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My apologies for the unsteady nature of the video; I was trying to focus on some folks dancing with glowsticks... (i'm easily distracted by shiny objects)

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There are 2 guys in LED light suits on stilts walking around the front of the stage.  Pretty cool.

I danced. I people-watched.  It was fun.  Some point, around 2:30am, my energy level just bottomed out and I could have just sat down right where I was and gone to sleep.  A. I am old but B. to be fair, I had been up since 5:30am eastern time Saturday morning, so I was not operating on much sleep…  We headed back to the car (parked in BFE) after David Guetta’s set was finished and I made it back to the hotel at about 4:15am.  Although my ears were still ringing, I don’t think I’ve slept that hard in a long, long time…

Final thoughts:  it was fun and I’m glad that I went.  I felt really, really old at the rave.  Although, the following night at the Celine Dion concert, I felt really young & spry.  Especially compared to all the hoverounds and little rascals that I saw lining the isles… J

Monday, July 4, 2011

Party Time with Patty

Missynation traveled to NYC last week for a work training seminar.  Since the training was held on a Thursday, Missynation took the following Friday off to hang with her BFF, Patty.  Patty lives in Oyster Bay on Long Island, and Missynation got the chance to stay with Patty at the lovely home she shares with her husband, Tom.

Wednesday evening, after I traveled into NYC from DC and then took a Long Island Railroad train out to Long Island, we traveled to have souvlaki at a lovely place right along the beach.  It’s too bad it was kinda rainy, or else we could have sat right on the beach and enjoyed our gyros.  It was so tasty.  I must say, I’m a little disappointed at the lack of tasty Greek places in DC.  I’ve found a few really good kabob places where I can get hummus and dolmas in a pinch, but so far, I haven’t been able to find any Greek places. L  So, I was particularly excited to enjoy what the Souvlaki Palace had to offer. 


Tasty Chicken Gyros
After I completed the training session, much fun was had.  Missynation got the chance to visit not one, but 2, count ‘em, TWO authentic Long Island diners!!!  We had dinner at one, a two-story diner, that was quite a sight to behold.  I ordered “Long Island’s Best” mac-n-cheese that ended up being enough to feed a small army. 


Long Island's "best" mac-n-cheese (notice the fork for scale)

The next morning, we visited another diner where I enjoyed breakfast.  I ordered the Apple ‘n Cinnamon pancakes that came with eggs, sausage, ham AND bacon (like I needed that much food…) and the world’s smallest OJ.


World's Smallest OJ (sweet 'n low added for scale)

Ridiculous amount of food...

After our filling breakfast at the diner, we headed out to Jones Beach State Park.  I will admit that, before my tour of Long Island, I thought Long Island was all just industrial parks and crammed row houses.  However, Jones Beach was really pretty.  There is a lovely boardwalk that runs for (seemingly) miles along the beach and I saw several folks out walking and running, even in the rainy weather.
Some birds chillaxin' at Jones Beach

Rainy morning at Jones Beach State Park
Before I left to take the LIRR back to NYC for my return trip to DC, Patty & I enjoyed a manicure/pedicure together.  I was so excited because this was the first time in over 2 years that I’ve been able to have a mani/pedi with my friend in person.  (Often times I will chat on the phone with her while getting my toenails gussied up, but nothing compares to the joy of being able to sit next to my friend and relax while we shoot the breeze.)
Pedicure with Patty!

I ended up enjoying a very relaxing and fun time hanging with my friend in Long Island.

As such, I declare my friend’s new nickname to be: PartyPatty.

Yay.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Missynation gets into a fight with the Self Check-Out Scanner

Last night, on my way home from work, I stopped off at the ol’ grocery store to pick up some necessities.  Like cat food.  And dinner.

Since I was only getting a few items, I grabbed a hand cart and started off through the store with my hastily scribbled list.  Of course, I ended up with a few other things than were on my list and, by the time I’d finished, the hand cart was pretty well overloaded and was leaving a permanent mark on the crook of my arm.  The regular check-out lanes were pretty busy with people who, from the looks of their carts, were engaging in their weekly/monthly shopping trip.

As I only had “a few” items, I decided to go for the self checkout lane.

The following is a rough script of what transpired…

Self Checkout Scanner: Please scan your first item
Missynation: [scan] [puts item in bag]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please remove item from bag.
Missynation: [removes item from bag]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place the item in bag.
Missynation: [glares at machine; places item BACK in the bag.]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please scan your next item
Missynation: [scan]… [wait while holding can of parmesean cheese over bag]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place the item in bag.
Missynation: [placed item in bag; scans next item; puts next scanned item in bag – I’m not a slow lorus for crying out loud…]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please remove last item from bag.
Missynation: I really don’t like your tone… [removes last item from bag]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place the item in bag
Missynation: Really? It’s ok now? [places item BACK in bag… waits]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please scan your next item.
Missynation: [audible sigh; scans milk carton]
            {at this point, the bag is pretty full, so I pull the first, full bag of the bag holder thingamajig and put the milk carton in the new bag.  I move the first, full bag to the side.}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place the item in bag.  Please remove item from bag. REMOVE UNSCANNED ITEMS FROM BAGGING AREA.
Missynation: There are no unscanned items in bagging area.  It’s just the first bag of crap you’ve already scanned.  Drop the ‘tude…
Self Checkout Scanner: Please wait for assistance {at which point the screen goes blank and a big clip-art picture of a cashier appears on the screen.}
Missynation: I don’t need assistance.  I just need you to let me put the milk in the bag!  [I pick up the first bag and put it on the side]
Self Checkout Scanner: {kinda with a smug voice} Please scan your next item
Missynation: {under my breath}self-important scanner machine
Self Checkout Scanner: Please wait for assistance.
Missynation: Aw, come ON!  I DON’T NEED assistance!  I just need you to back off and let me scan my items and them put them in the bag at a normal speed!
Self Checkout Scanner: {pause}  Please place item in bag
Missynation: {glare… pause… glare some more}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place item in bag
Missynation: don’t push me…
Self Checkout Scanner: Please scan your next item
            {now, I’m down to the big bag of cat food… then I’m done.  Free from the tyrancial machine with the trumped up attitude of self-importance}
Missynation: [scan big bag of cat food]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place item in bag
            {now, the bag is so big that there’s no point in putting it in a bag, plus, it won’t fit in the bag I am currently “working on”, so I just put it on the floor.}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place item in bag.
Missynation: [sigh] I don’t want to put this in a bag.
Self Checkout Scanner: Please place item in bag. [pause] Please wait for assistance.
Missynation: NO!  I will NOT wait for assistance!  I don’t NEED assistance!  It’s a big bag of cat food!  No bag!  Bad scanner.  Let it go!
            {I should note that at this point, I glanced behind me to see three other people waiting in line for the next evil scanner marvel of technology to become available.  Two of the people looked at me like I just escaped from the looney bin and I swear took a tiny step backward.  The third guy, who I should note was carrying in his arms a box of Hot Pockets and a bottle of Cabernet, just smiled at me and gave me a knowing nod…}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please wait for assistance.
Missynation: [gives in and shoves the bag of cat food into a plastic grocery bag.  Said plastic grocery bag then rips.]  HAPPY NOW?????
Self Checkout Scanner: Please scan your next item.
            {as I am now done scanning all my items, I finally find the “Pay Now” button and mash it on the screen out of frustration.}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please wait for assistance.
Missynation: [glares at screen and smug scanner]
Self Checkout Scanner: Do you have any coupons?
Missynation:  If I did, I sure as hell am not going to try to use them here with you. [gently taps big “No Coupons” button]
Self Checkout Scanner: Please select your form of payment.
            {I was actually able to make it through the rest of my transaction relatively unscathed, except for at the very end, when the little piss-ant machine had to get in the last word}
Self Checkout Scanner: Please remember to take your receipt. Please remember to remove all your bags.
Missynation: [picks up her three bags and the ripped one with the cat food in it gives out and the bag of cat food falls right on top of Missynation’s foot] Sonofa…

So, yep, I’m now that girl that gets into fights with inanimate objects (and, apparently loses) and yells at the self checkout scanner in the grocery store.  Next time you see me, say hi!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What the ????

I don't know what I find more disturbing; the fact that they make "Dynasty Barbie" or the fact that they charge $44 for it.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

It's the Little Things in Life...

I had a little moment last night/early this morning.  And, since I have the disease known as sharingitis, I will tell you about it.

I went to bed last night around 10pm.  (I know; I am old…)  I was so tired that I had a hard time making it through one chapter of my book (currently, Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief).

I finally made it to the end of the chapter and, before I could even put the book on the nightstand, I was asleep.  Yay!  I love sleep.

Sometime later, I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom.  I was also very hot because I was ensconced by the two cats (aka, personal radiators; I seriously think that those folks who talk about how great Citgo is for giving them heating oil should just go out to their local shelter and adopt some furry friends and they will soon be complaining that they need power to run the fan…  who knew something that weighs less than 10 pounds could produce more heat than a nuclear reactor????

I debated for a moment if I could just hold it until it was time to get up, because usually, I wake up to go to the bathroom at 5:13am or something really close to the time the alarm goes off and then I’m like “man, I just got cheated out of 17 minutes* of sleep.”  After realizing that it would probably not be a good idea to try to hold it, I decided to suck it up, get out of bed and just use the bathroom.

(yep, this blog has now devolved to me telling you about my bathroom habits.  You’re welcome.)

I tried a couple of times to get the cat on the outside to move, but Clara seems to gain about 50 lbs. when she’s sleeping and becomes an immovable object.  (curiously, she also insists on sleeping with some part of her touching me, usually her butt, hence the feline-induced night sweats…)  I finally (literally) chucked her off the bed and dashed, ok, stumbled down the hall in a sleepy stupor, to the bathroom.

Finished my business and stumbled back down the hall.  Climbed back into bed and glanced at the clock to see how much longer before the fateful buzz.

12:26 am.

SCORE!!!!!!

I had HOURS left before the stupid, evil alarm would go off.  In fact, some people I know probably hadn’t even gone to bed yet!

I was sooooo happy.  And immediately nestled back in my bed to return to my joyful slumber.

Lame? Yes.  I’ll still take it as a small victory.

Like I said, it’s the little things…

*I usually do not do complex math that early in the morning.  Or, ever, really.  In all honestly, my real reaction is usually something along that lines of “%@#$^&@#* alarm clock…”

Monday, April 11, 2011

Random Thoughts on... Crunch 'n Munch

I am usually a pretty shy person.  But, every once in a while, I will strike up a conversation with some random stranger about something innocuous.  (maybe it’s my insecurity that, where there are 2 people in a room, why ignore them and pretend they’re not there?  What is the saying? ‘A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet?’  That could be how Ted Bundy was so good at what he did… suckers like me…)

Wow, this went off the rails faster than usual. (Suddenly the Crunch 'n Munch company posts a comment requesting that I please not mention their product and serial killers in the same sentence.)

So, last Friday, I was in the kitchen getting some hot water for my tea and the vending machine guy was also in the kitchen restocking the vending machine.  He had the big box o’ snacks out and he was refilling the vending machine from the box, selecting random items.  I spotted some Crunch ‘n Munch and suddenly was overtaken by Extrovert Missynation.

“Ohhhh, Crunch ‘n Munch!  Could you put some of that in the vending machine? I love Crunch ‘n Munch.”

Mr. Vending Machine was polite enough to fill up the machine with some Crunch ‘n Munch.

Then, he filled up a WHOLE ENTIRE ROW with Crunch ‘n Munch.
I was so excited.  (I know, it doesn’t take much and I live a rather boring life…  I am also aware of the high percentage of my posts that involve/revolve around food.)

I thanked the guy for indulging my Crunch ‘n Munch cravings.

Later that morning, I was craving a snack.  You know, something that’s a little bit sweet, a little bit salty.  HEY!  There’s Crunch ‘n Munch in the vending machine!  And that’s just popcorn (a whole grain!) with a “little” caramel on it. Plus, peanuts, so there’s protein.  Yay!

Yes, this is how my mind works when I’m hungry…

So, I grabbed my dollar, headed down to the kitchen and hit the ol’ A-9 button for some Crunch ‘n Munch goodness.
For 90 cents.

And then I opened the bag.
90 cents?!!?  For this?????
The bag’s only ½ full!!!!  What the Crunch ‘n Munch!?!!??

So, I paid 90 cents for 1 oz. of Crunch ‘n Munch.  Now, I’m no economist, but I work with a lot of them and I’m pretty sure they would tell me that was a bad deal.  I got hosed.
Curiously, my Crunch ‘n Munch cravings trailed off.  

Until Thursday afternoon.  I glanced at the vending machine (as I filled up for my 3rd or 4th cup of tea that day) and noticed there was a lot of Crunch ‘n Munch left in the vending machine.

Suddenly, I felt, conflicted.  Am I responsible for making sure the Crunch ‘n Munch is eaten so Mr. Vending Machine doesn’t think he made a bad choice indulging my craving?  Should I start a division-wide publicity campaign for the Crunch ‘n Munch?  What the heck is wrong with me and how do I fix this????

I figured I’d give the Crunch ‘n Munch another shot.  Maybe I just got a stingy bag.

90 cents.  A-9. Drop.
Nope. 

Still ½ full.

I tried. I bought 2 things out of the vending machine over the last week (and that’s actually 2 more than I usually get).  I cannot single-handedly consume the entire overpriced Crunch ‘n Munch in the vending machine.

I felt fine about my decision and my actions.

Until the next morning, when I was headed to the kitchen to get some hot water and I heard the rustling of candy wrappers and chip bags.  Mr. Vending Machine was back to refill the vending machine.

So, I did what any self-respecting person would do.  I quickly and quietly dashed back to my office to wait a few minutes until he left.  I didn’t want to have to explain how the Crunch ‘n Munch was still there. I didn’t want to say “90 Cents for one friggin’ ounce? Of popcorn?  Are you crazy????”

Le sigh.  (ok, le cower…)

Next time I want Crunch ‘n Munch, I’ll just go down the block and pick some up from the CVS.  At least then, I’ll get some extrabucks for it…

Friday, April 1, 2011

Following the Pie Truck Around

Sadly, I have not been going to the gym as much as I would like… well, let me clarify. As much as I should.  And perhaps that’s where the problem lies: I have been going as much as I like

I did go to the gym on Monday for Pilates and I went to the gym Wednesday for a workout with my trainer.

And, since I aim to be as honest as possible here, I’ll admit this: I had pie for lunch yesterday.
Yep, you read that right, pie.

I read on the blog Let The Tide Pull Your Dreams Ashore a while ago about something called the “Baltimore Bomb” pie.  It’s made up of Berger Cookies (which apparently are very famous in Baltimore) and a kind of vanilla pudding/chess type filling.  There is a place that makes the Baltimore Bomb called the Dangerously Delicious Pie Co., and, I recently discovered that they have their very own food truck.

The food truck phenomenon has hit DC hard.  Over the past year or so, we have seen an explosion of food trucks.  I’ve seen the empanada truck, the Mac ‘n Cheese truck, the Lobster Roll truck, various cupcake trucks, and several others.  So, when I heard about the Dangerously Delicious Pie truck, I was intrigued and figured this could be my chance to try to Baltimore Bomb pie without, you know, hoofing it to Baltimore.

I started following the Pie truck on twitter, hoping that someday, they would schedule a stop close to my work.  That day finally arrived.  I got the twitter notice, or “tweet” that they would be just one block from my office.

So, I walked out to the pie truck, and perused the menu. They did have the Baltimore Bomb pie, but they also had so many other types of pie.  And, they weren’t just sweet pies; they also had savory pies.  Since I had actually forgotten to grab my lunch before I rushed out the door in the morning, I thought I might try one of their savory pies for lunch and grab a sweet pie to save for later.  Then, I saw they had a chocolate peanut butter pie.  Hubs s chocolate & peanut butter.  So, I picked up a piece of that to give him for after dinner.  I also got a slice of the Baltimore Bomb to try at home with Hubs.  And then I saw they had something called “winter berry”.  It had apples, blueberries and cranberries.  So, I thought, I’d like to try one of those.

I am embarrassed to type that I got 4 slices of pie. (in my defense, they were not all for me; all except one was intended to share!)  When I got back to my office, I was so hungry that I just started scarfing down the savory pie (which had steak, mushroom, onion and gruyere and a little bit of cream.)  I had about 3 bites before I realized it was just too rich.  I knew that if I ate the rest of it, I would have the biggest stomach ache later on.  Plus, it was a little heavy on the onion and I’m more of an ‘onion-in-moderation’ type of gal.  So, I had a few bites of that pie, but I was still hungry, and I wanted to kinda get the flavor of the savory pie out of my mouth. 

Sooooooo, I turned to try a bite of the winter berry pie.  It was sooo good.  Just the right amount of sweet and tart.  Sadly, before I really paused to evaluate the situation, I had eaten most of the slice.  At least, in my defense, it had a lot of fruit in it.  (No?  Not going for that one?? Ok, give me a minute…)

I did stop myself before I finished the whole slice.  I left about 1/3 of it.  But it was gooooood. J

Until about 2 ½ hours later when I found myself in the gym, working out, and intermittently burping up the savory pie…  not good.  (Curiously, the fruit pie was just fine, with no encores… I blame all those dang onions!)

I did make it through the workout without tossing my cookies (or pie, as the case may be) but I think I learned my lesson.  That lesson is: Pie is not a wise pre-workout meal choice.  Message received.

And, that workout was TOUGH!  I was dying about 20 minutes into it.  One new thing my trainer had me do was the “rope swing.” I’ve seen folks do this on The Biggest Loser and always thought, ‘what’s so tough about that? Looks pretty simple to me.’ Heh.  Well, God heard me and had his finger on the “Smite” button.  It. Is. HARD!  It’s a huge, heavy rope and just swinging it back and forth is exhausting!  So, the point is, if you are looking for something new and challenging, don’t ignore that huge rope in the gym.  And, whatever you do, do not mock it; it will make you pay.
(I actually asked my trainer if he would take some pictures of me doing some of these exercises, but he said he would probably get fired if someone complained that he was taking pictures on the floor; fair enough. Although I would have loved to have some pics of the rope swing to show you…)

Later that night (I promise, I’m getting to the point) I shared my pie purchases with Hubs.  He really liked the chocolate peanut butter pie.  He thought the Baltimore Bomb was “ok.  It’s good, but not great.” Which was just fine with me because I thought it was quite tasty!  And, I’m not a huge fan of chocolate & peanut butter, so I was happy to let him enjoy that one.

After we finished our respective pies, (and Hubs told me some nasty & sad story about a man who ate so much and didn’t get off a chair for 2 years that he got stuck to the chair – literally.  Thanks for at least letting me swallow the piece of pie I had in my mouth before sharing that Hubs…) I realized that, if I counted the 3 bites of savory pie I had at lunch, and I should, I had eaten 3 slices of pie that day. THREE!!!!

That’s when I said to Hubs, “I think I need to unfollow* the DC Pie Truck.” 

(*now, for those of you who are familiar with twitter, you know the term “unfollow” means that you basically elect to no longer get tweets from a certain source you previously signed up to get tweets from, right?  You just say, “thanks, I don’t need to know about your comings and goings on a minute-by-minute basis anymore.”)

Hubs then says this:
“Yeah, I think you should quit following the pie truck around.”

Silence.
Deep breath.

I’M NOT FOLLOWING THE PIE TRUCK AROUND!!!!!!!  I’m not chasing after them in the streets screaming “I NEED PIE!!!!”

Really, I’m not. Really.

So, last night, right before I went to bed, I unfollowed the DC Pie Truck.

But I’m still following @BronxZoosCobra.