Yay, no axe murderers here, only very nice, welcoming people. I'm still very hesitant about getting on the road, so it's nice to have a place to chill out and knit in the warmth. I am almost done with my Gap skinny scarf in Noro (so nice to work with!), and as it's still cold out, I haven't felt up to the tank top yet. Which means I will be able to start the low-tech very soon!
Theresa's daughter Jessica showed me around town today. We checked out the campus (pretty, old, orange stuff everywhere), had lunch, and bought headlights and turn signals to repair my darkened baby. I did the headlight myself (and in under half and hour - I rock!), but the turn signal defeated me. There aren't any screws! How do I get in there?
Oh yeah, y'all probably don't even know about the turn signal. I swore it was too embarassing to tell, but I have no shame. I was pulling out of the hostel, waving to all the folks that had come outside in the snow to see me off, when suddenly, crunch! Who parked that car there? There's never a car there! Luckily he was a HUGE truck, and didn't even get a scratch. I lost one whole side of lights.
The weird thing is, it's not the lights that got crunched that aren't working! The turn light is the one above all those. I think the tail lights and the brake lights still work fine, in spite of the crumbled glass. So I can't just pop the light in and cover it with red tape, I have to figure out how to get the glass off. Sheesh. Can't it be easy, for once?
Tonight Jessica is showing me the nightlife of Clemson. We're going to a private club called the Joint, to see a really cool band. Is it just California that doesn't have private night clubs? Out here you can stay open later if you are a members only institution. Cool. Party all night long!