Monday, November 12, 2007
There Was This Hot GTO.....
So last week, I looked out my window at work. And I shreiked outloud, a scream of pure animal pleasure. My intern was aghast. Mikey was afraid. They'd never seen or heard that side of sweet Jessica. (This was before they saw me become a zombie). I ran to the door. I walked all around it, right there on the street, peered inside the empty car. Looked around, wondering, dreaming, of who could be the owner of such a hot ride??? Do I dare touch its fabulous hood?
"Oh," I said, "maybe the owner is as amazing as the car?" In my head I thought, "please, please, let this be a GIFT for me today! A car this HOT with a guy equally as hot driving it!" Aside from the fantasy, I really would like to have a car like that. It looked a lot like the one here.
And Izzy once said some really funny stuff about muscle cars. That girls are just not responsible for their actions when exposed to a muscle car. I know, its a bit crazy. You don't maybe picture the girl with the great shoe & hosiery collection dying for these cars. Maybe it just goes back to my adolescent history?
My boyfriend Roger in high school drove a dark beetle green GTO with a matching beetle green interior and that slip-slidey big old back seat....... Its nickname was the "time machine" because somehow, time escaped all who rode in it, such an amazing ride.
And back to now, I wondered aloud, "where is the owner?" Someone in my office sarcastically said, "probably in Hot Wings, or Babeland buying "toys". "NO!" I countered, "I think he's down buying a fabulous hat at the hat store." That was the play in my mind.
Please, let this ALL be a gift to me today.
And 20 minutes later, what do you think we saw?