But we, Internet, had the last laugh!
April 12, 2005
Inquiring minds want to know:
Katie, why did you walk around saying, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" in different voices on Saturday night? Was it that virgin strawberry daiquiri talking?
On our way to virgin daiquiri and full-of-alcohol strawberry margarita with a sugar-rim heaven, Katie and I passed a couple of girls whose arms were hanging out of their windows, doing "the wave" in the wind with their hands as they sped down the highway.
Katie interpreted this as them waving at her, so as we passed them, Katie turned around while she drove by and mouthed the word, "Hi." Oh, the beauty of growing up in East Texas B-town.
Except she also said it aloud, and I could hear her, so naturally, I busted out laughing, wondering why in the world she was saying, "Hi" to random people we were driving past. This odd behavior didn't seem to phase Katie, but then again, she is herself and is probably quite used to her own crazy antics by now.
Bianca and I drove home later that night and something else ... strange ... happened:
We were stuck in traffic at 11:30pm going back to Dallas. This might seem odd to some, but if you are from the Dallas area, you know that heading south on 35 from Lewisville at this time of night will always result in traffic.
We were at a dead-stop when we noticed the men next to us, beer bellies and tattoos and a two-day shadow, staring at us. The man in the back seat was leaning forward to get a better look, and Bianca and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes and discussed how ghetto they were, that they were leaning forward to get a better look.
After three minutes of moving at a snail's pace on the highway, and having three overgrown ogres staring us down, one of them worked up the nerve to say something. Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth was not as suave as some other pick-up lines that I've heard:
"The older you go, the better it gets, baby"
About that time, traffic broke and I was able to pass them but not before I dangled my left hand out the window, wiggled my fingers, and allowed my wedding ring to catch the light coming from the beams on their car.
As we drove away, we could hear them laughing. We were, too.
