Tomorrow is plane day again, although at least my flight is in the afternoon so I get to spend the morning playing bocce with my grandfather and his wacky neighbors (think Jerry's parents' old-folks neighborhood on Seinfeld) and eating an Italian meal (which is nothing like how Rachel described it in her stereotypical post. Checkered tablecloths...).

Rather than be worried about my plane falling from the sky this time, I may be more worried about the fate of my beloved car, which has been languishing in the Apartment 12 parking lot for the past 3 weeks (or 3 weeks minus however long ago it may have gotten stolen). For those gamblers out there, here are some odds (for entertainment purposes only people!):

The car is no longer in the parking lot: 10 to 1
The car is in the lot, but has been relieved of its radio: 8 to 1
The car has its radio, but not its sporty hubcaps: 5 to 1
The car has not been vandalized, but it has been hit by at least one other resident attempting to park in the ice: 4 to 1
The car is untouched, but it is also buried under layers of snow and ice, which has thawed and refrozen many times forming an impenetrable sheet (explaining the lack of vandalism or crime): 2 to 1

So get your for-entertainment-purposes-only gamble on, and while you're at it, it's interactive time again here at the Festival! I've owned my car for the last 6 months (minus whenever it may have been stolen), and it's high time that it got a name. Traditionally it should be a girls' name, but if you can justify naming the car after a guy then by all means do so. Submit your witty (or spur-of-the-moment) responses in the form of comments, emails, or AOL(TM) Instant Messages, and I'll pick the winner in some arbitrarily-determined amount of time. Remember that haikus get bonus points.