Last night I was driving to my friend Kate's house for what we call a "Mommy Playdate". This involves sitting around after our children are in bed and chattering away for a few hours. Depending on the diet status we do this either eating ice cream or sipping water.
She's currently about 6 months pregnant and I'm in that "Eat everything you can before you start the new diet" phase so last night involved ice cream. Two different kinds.
On my way there I was sitting at a red light on the Homestead High Level Bridge (sorry I just can't wrap my head around ever calling it the "Homestead Grays Bridge") overlooking The Waterfront. I was absolutely absorbed in an exceptionally stupid commercial for a local grocery store and probably had a look on my face that could only be described as slightly stupid, complete with vacant eyes and slack jaw.
I was vaguely aware of being able to hear a voice outside my window but didn't really register what the voice was saying or where it was coming from. I just assumed it was someone's conversation from another vehicle.
As the light turned green and I started to drift forward and re-focus my brain the voice penetrated my consciousness and I turned and realized it was a man in the passenger seat of a pick-up truck next to me on the bridge.
And he was leaning out the window talking to....me? With a look on his face that was either admiring or drunk.
Considering it was Friday night, and I was basically wearing pajamas, no makeup, and driving a minivan?
I'm putting my money on drunk.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
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3 comments:
Haha...you were getting picked up going to a mommy playdate! In your mini van with no make up and melting ice cream beside you! LMAO.
Really I am SOOO jealous that I am not up there to join you guys!!!! I like ice cream too =(
You need to come back to Pgh. before Kate keaves! You are soooo invited to a Mommy playdate.
I can't guarantee there will be drunks to hit on you though. :-) Considering it's Pittsburgh though, chances are good.
This old friend and I used to cruise around the beach towns looking at boys. Seemed like the times we went after working out or digging a ditch were the times the boys actually noticed us. :-)
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