There has sprung a chance that I can get into the section of ART237 (Life Drawing) that I want to. There is one seat open in the section MW 1800-2050, if BanWeb is to be believed.
Even though it will be a colossal waste of time if I got up there just to find it a figment of someone's imagination, it's worth a go. If I do get in, my schedule will fall in place just where it needs to. Which would be worth the trip, although I'll suddenly have something to do until 21:00.
Ah, well. It'll make it that much easier to get over to Chan's Steakery. I'll need a cuba libre or four by that time.
Parking is just what one would expect it to be for this time in the term. That is to say, a philosophical concept akin to things like hyperspace and cold fusion. Eventually a space opens up but it's you-wouldn't-make-it-in-the-jungle-boy competition until that time.
And I'd like to get the arsehole-parker-of-the-week award to a pudding-for-bRaNeS driver who had a white Saturn who parked next to my '72 VW Beetle. Since I am just a damned good driver they will never know how close they came to getting a orange-red crease down their starboard side because they very nearly parked crosswise the Beetles backside. As it was I think I was a fraction of an inch away from giving them a real good scratch.