Hours behind schedule, the car is finally tinted, cleaned, and ready to drive away, though first the dealer, Jamar (unrelated to my
property management company in Bloomington by the same name), had to show me how to operate this
technological terror.

The dealer and I. Navigation tutorial. A Ph.D. leaves one yet ill-equipped to figure out how to use the supremely complex navigation device.

Testing out the Bose sound system with a little t.A.T.u. (
200 Po Vstrechnoi).

Turns out that the dealership screwed up and accidentally gave me a free technology package (navigation, voice operation, 6-disc changer, back-up camera) and fog lights.
And the meal I cooked the other night: dijon super lump crab cakes and jumbo French escargot on baguette with gruyere and garlic infused butter. There's some asparagus there too.