Silly busted sunroof

The whole "broken sunroof" thing is just silly. It hasn't worked since Tuesday, but somehow I thought I could just "get by" by putting a garbage bag over the hole in the roof.

Today, at the bar, though, I had done that, but a waitress ran over and asked, "Who own a blue Pontiac?" and, of course, it was me, and the garbage bag had blown off the roof somehow.

So, now, I'm left with the issue of having a car without a roof, because the sunroof doesn't close, and nowhere to put my car. This is only an issue that I would have in Baltmiore, because, anywhere else, or at least home in Michigan, I would have a garage to store it in. No luck here. I've got the garbage bag rigged up again, and, unfortunately, probably a trip to the dealer tomorrow, and perhaps a bill of several hundred dollars to fix it.

This is such a bizarre issue, because I couldn't care less about it if it weren't raining, but it's raining, so now this fancy thing that my car has is a serious issue keeping the interior of my car clean.

This sucks. As does our first softball loss today. However, the time at the bar afterwards was a lot of fun.