You know what gets old? Getting whistled at from vehicles. Yes- I realize I am complaining about receiving "compliments;" but- honestly- if a compliment were a body, the drive by whistle/honk would be the pale under belly. Lame and something no one wants any part of.
Most of the time, I receive the cat calls as I make my way to or from work. And I can't imagine my facial expressions at any of these points warrant a shout out. Apparently the men who are brave enough to hit on someone from a moving vehicle are also the same guys who would hit on someone with RBF (resting bitch face). I guess they are thinking "that girl I just sped by could be cute if she didn't look like she just smell a fart. At least she can't slap me from the side of the road."
A few weeks ago, though, someone was clever enough to win my heart over from a moving vehicle. I was standing at the light waiting to cross when a BMW made its way down the street. The driver started honking and some guys whistled out of the back seat. As I rolled my eyes, I caught a quick glimpse of the car. Then I did a double take. Someone was hanging their entire ass out of the front window. It was spectacular.
As I crossed the street, my phone vibrated. It was my Dad. "Guess what?" I asked as I picked up. "Guess what just happened to me?"
"What?"
"Someone just mooned me from a car."
"Like full moon?"
"Yep."
"But it's a Wednesday..."
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
God bless America
A few years ago we were visiting my Aunt over the 4th of July. She lives a few blocks from a country club that celebrates the 4th appropriately- with a pyrotechnical display of America's unyielding pride.
They shoot off fireworks.
We were planning on grilling and eating dinner outside so that we could enjoy the show.
There were other people coming over and we wanted to get an idea of the schedule, so my Aunt called the country club to ask when the fireworks would start.
Her question was met with a pregnant pause.
"After the dinner is served," the employee sighed as he rolled his eyes at the idea of a freeloading American plebeian.
My Aunt held back a laugh as she hung up the phone.
While we didn't have a set schedule, our 4th still played out perfectly: burgers, family, and fireworks (without having to wait in line at the bar or for the valet to get our car).
They shoot off fireworks.
We were planning on grilling and eating dinner outside so that we could enjoy the show.
There were other people coming over and we wanted to get an idea of the schedule, so my Aunt called the country club to ask when the fireworks would start.
Her question was met with a pregnant pause.
"After the dinner is served," the employee sighed as he rolled his eyes at the idea of a freeloading American plebeian.
My Aunt held back a laugh as she hung up the phone.
While we didn't have a set schedule, our 4th still played out perfectly: burgers, family, and fireworks (without having to wait in line at the bar or for the valet to get our car).
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