Sometimes when I don’t blog for a day, that means that the day was either disappointing or just failed to be noteworthy. Yesterday, while not terribly noteworthy, was a heck of a good day right up until the end.

I spent the majority of the day teaching a workshop for some kickass AP teachers at the new UNC-SOE wing of the Smith Middle School building here in Chapel Hill. This is the facility that stole our office manager Lori away from us, damn them.

Zach still had my car from the King’s show, so I caught a ride with Allen Kromer. We hit Schoolkid’s on Franklin St. so he could look for Wilco-related products, and then wandered down to Linda’s. It was Thursday afternoon, sure, but since it was still only four o’clock, I was happily surprised to see McFee already there with a pitcher of beer on the table. Others wandered in, including Ladybug, and it was a fine time.

Kromer and I took off to eat, landed at Mama Dip’s, and had the finest country-fried steak that I have ever had the pleasure of polluting my body with. It was incredible.

Then Kromer joined me for DSI Level 1 class, sitting in as a visiting improviser from Asheville. I won’t say much beyond how much I love teaching level 1, and how much I love the moment at which the lightbulb goes off for someone. Zach rolled up at 10, and some of the class took off for Zog’s, where we darted it up and drank a beer. Good times.

The one blemish on my day, and this is a really minor blemish indeed– as I was taking Zach home, I was pulled by a Carrboro cop who told me I had a headlight out. OK, cool. Then, he/she (and it wasn’t clear) took my license back to the squadcar, and made us sit, sit, sit. A second cop pulled up, got out of his car, and loomed behind us.

What the hell is up with a second cop rolling in for a busted headlight? Grrr!

But, we secured our release, and I rolled home and hopped in bed with Ladybug, while Kirk pawed at my toes incessantly.