Convertibles
Monday, May 5th, 2008
I always imagined myself as a convertible kinda gal - the wind blowing through my hair as I drive around, sunglasses on, sexy hair, music blasting, etc. That’s the fantasy and not a particularly well written one either. Why, you may ask? Because I just came home from an hour plus drive in my husband’s convertible. It’s 9:15 PM. We live in New York. The temperature at the moment is 63′ and my hands are frozen. We were at a Bat Mitzvah. I was wearing a dress I adore - sexy and black. Short - mid thigh. And get this - my first pair of Jimmy Choo sandals. Yes, a huge huge splurge. I was really psyched to go visit with my college friends’ and share their daughter’s Bat Mitzvah. I even thought I looked … if not hot, then at least pretty darn good for a 40-something year old.
And then my husband decided to open the top for the ride home. I should be happy he didn’t do it for the ride there, because then I would have arrived with windblown hair standing on end. Not exactly the stuff of fantasies. So we drove home in 63 degrees NY weather, wind whipping around my head, my husband’s suit jacket over my shoulders and my bare legs shivering the entire way home. I’m also a headache girl which means loud noises and whipping wind WILL cause a headache. But he loves his convertible and I love him, and I want to be the girl of his dreams, you know? So we do the convertible thing and as much as there are parts of it I don’t love, I really DO love driving in the car with him.
And on the positive side, we blasted music and sang. Did you know Sirius Radio has a Neil Diamond Station? I didn’t. Now I do. So we listened to Neil. We sang. We had fun. Oh … I have Neil Diamond tickets at Madison Square Garden for August 13th. That’ll be a future blog! I hope he sings more best of Neil oldies, but we’ll see.
So back to convertibles. CAN they be the sexy ride we write about even in reality? Not sure. But every once in awhile, I like to pretend I belong in one.
