It's Saturday morning now, 12:28 a.m. to be exact.
I'm going to be confirmed today!! leaving the unbelievers aghast, and the pious equally flabbergasted: it's not often that a thirty year old is confirmed in the Holy Catholic Church. But, well, one must be confirmed in order to be married. And it can't hurt to follow a 2,000-year old tradition.
On a useless impious issue though, the Primate formerly known as Josef Ratzinger really does look kind of scary. Something like this.. (not original):
Anyway.. I went to Buendia Auto Center last Monday (was late at work as a result). The famous Richard was away, but his assistant estimated the damage at 1500 to 1800 pesos (a piddling $30 to $35). So my initial estimate was correct. Unfortunately, as the Dent Master was away, I had to leave. The assistant told me to come back the following day.
The dent's still on the car.
The next day, I used half of the "dent money" to pay our internet bill. And the rest of the cash just.. kind of evaporated. "Money doth flow like water," as my old buddy Patrick used to complain loudly whenever he was lacking in funds.
I tried to "push out" the dent with my fingers. Getting that fender liner off is real tough. All I ended up with was lots of small scratches and bleeding fingers. Richard certainly earns his money's worth. That metal is pretty hard! I mean it looks like a tin can and it feels like a tin can but it's much harder than a tin can. But not hard enough to resist the pressures of a rampaging Revo bumper.