driving miss crazy
Tomorrow is my grandmother's 80th birthday party. If all goes to plan, i will be picked up from my writing club IN A LIMO and driven around town for a bit (with other people, grandma included) and then ~partay. Which means chips and dip and making small talk with whatever family members deign to show up.
But still. LIMO.
I'm actually on the sniggering end of the spectrum in regards to Limo Excitement. My mom is pretty much over the moon, and she keeps talking about all the places we'll have them drive--like there are "places" to drive in this one moose town. Made double especially funny by the fact that the company kind of made "err" noises when she told them that and said, "Um, look, if you get more than three people in the limo the windows will fog up." But don't worry! They provide paper towels for wiping the windows!
Which. *snort* What?
But on the other hand, THAT'S SO ALASKAN. I'm kind of bummed the paper towels aren't made from the ripped flannel shirts of crab fishermen, honestly.
Plus my little brother shared a limo with some friends on prom night a while back? The mirror on the ceiling (THE MIRROR ON THE CEILING) was cracked, and the radio was busted. Sooooo...my hopes are not high, just saying.
BUT STILL. I can already ~feel the ~urge to write ~limo ~sex. Because guys. THERE'S A MIRROR ON THE CEILING.
:DD
But still. LIMO.
I'm actually on the sniggering end of the spectrum in regards to Limo Excitement. My mom is pretty much over the moon, and she keeps talking about all the places we'll have them drive--like there are "places" to drive in this one moose town. Made double especially funny by the fact that the company kind of made "err" noises when she told them that and said, "Um, look, if you get more than three people in the limo the windows will fog up." But don't worry! They provide paper towels for wiping the windows!
Which. *snort* What?
But on the other hand, THAT'S SO ALASKAN. I'm kind of bummed the paper towels aren't made from the ripped flannel shirts of crab fishermen, honestly.
Plus my little brother shared a limo with some friends on prom night a while back? The mirror on the ceiling (THE MIRROR ON THE CEILING) was cracked, and the radio was busted. Sooooo...my hopes are not high, just saying.
BUT STILL. I can already ~feel the ~urge to write ~limo ~sex. Because guys. THERE'S A MIRROR ON THE CEILING.
:DD