March 25th, 2007
|04:41 pm - Autoerotic Eyes-Fix-iation|
I present to you today's Girl Story of the Day, especially for metabeta, who I'm sure has missed them dearly.
Waiting in line at the toll booths guarding the Bay Bridge, I heard some racket outside; someone was blaring the radio with the window open. Since Live105 was in commercials, I turned down the radio to pinpoint the source of the noise.
It was to my right, just in front of me. A car full of cute girls. If there's one thing I like, it's a cute girl. If there are two things, it's a cute girl and pizza. Anyway, these cute girls were blaring some rap song, and I am not the world's biggest rap fan, but that was cancelled out by the fact that the white Caucasian she-devils were grooving along to the music like nobody's business. Nodding their heads, bouncing up and down. The girl in the passenger seat was singing along and making hand motions along with the music. Totally shameless, just letting herself go, dancing like nobody's watching, like the office cubicle poster says. And why should there be shame in that pure, unadulterated happiness? Why must we be self-conscious about enjoying ourselves?
It made me smile, and I looked back upon passing them. I'm not sure if the driver noticed me smiling at them. Later, I thought I should have given her a thumbs up to show that I approved of their spectacle, for it brought me joy.
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Nina Gordon - Number One Camera
Totally shameless, just letting herself go, dancing like nobody's watching, like the office cubicle poster says.
Hmmmm, sounds to me like she was dancing like everyone was watching and she knew it. I'm sure it was still hot, but when girls are dancing and singing in the car like that, they know full-well that guys are probably watching--unless they believe their windows are tinted or something--and that's part of why they're doing it.
|Date:||March 26th, 2007 12:12 am (UTC)|| |
Check you email.
white Caucasian she-devils
In my experience, the white she-devils love rap more than anyone else. It's because of the sexy beat. White she-devils are all about the sexy.
Damn them! How am I supposed to find a nice Indian wife to please my parents with all these sexy white she-devils running around?
If there are two things, it's a cute girl and pizza.
Heh! Reminds me of the time I was rockin' and groovin' to CSNs Suite Judy Blue Eyes while stopped at a red light in my super cool minivan. Eventually I noticed the two guys in the landscaping truck stopped next to me laughing their heads off and my #2
daughter slapping her head in absolute embarrassment. I felt no shame, however. How can you not rock to Suite Judy Blue Eyes?
Hey, you! What's shakin'?
Great story!! It certainly made me smile!
I'm pretty proud of it. I think it needs to be added to the lexicon to describe the phenomenon of having your eyes drawn to members of the preferred sex, in cars.
I like dancing like that. Tis fun.
The driver looked just like you. It made me miss you.
Ahhhh, very old school. *hug*
|Date:||March 26th, 2007 07:55 am (UTC)|| |
If people smiled or gave me a thumbs up for dancing or being a general idiot in my car, I'd be a rather rich young lady at this point, since I behave that way a lot...
Aww. I miss driving. I used to do that all the time. :(
|Date:||March 26th, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)|| |
"If there's one thing I like, it's a cute girl."
What? It's an expression. Hence the ensuing joke.
Aw. I do that kind of thing too, only when I do it (all by myself on the way to work) I probably just look silly. But there's just something about music that's loud. And in a car. While you're driving. WHEE.
I know! What is it about loud music in cars while you're driving??