I spent the morning at the Coney Island DMV, where I took the written exam for my driver's permit.
Any time I had to stand in line or sit and wait, I did pranayama instead of reading, so by the time the test came, I was hovering three feet above ground and feeling totally at one with all things automotive. Dude, I aced the test, dude. (And celebrated later at Nathan's.)
Here's a sample question:
A red and white triangular sign at an intersection means:
Slow down if an emergency vehicle is approaching.
Look both ways as you cross the intersection.
Always come to a full stop at the intersection.
Slow down and be prepared to stop if necessary.
Why, although she aced the test, doesn't Aquaplane have a driver's permit yet?
She forgot there was a $40 fee.
She forgot to bring a checkbook
She would have had enough cash if she hadn't bought some ridiculous shoes for $12.00 the other day just cuz they were $12
All of the above.
Later, I had a wonderful hatha class at IYI, during which I learned a trick to help with the crow pose (put lots of pillows in front of you, and fall on purpose a few times).
Then AMA and I had dinner at Corner Bistro and strolled around the Village on this gorgeous, almost autumnal evening. The theme for the evening was Sneaker Date 2002--we shopped at several different stores for the perfect Converse lo-top, and were rewarded handsomely for our efforts.
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