Stylin' and poetry

So, a while back I mentioned that I wanted to update this blog every week . . . then I changed it to every other week . . . now that I've started PhD school, I think monthly updates are going to be the most do-able. With that, let's get started.

My sister and I recently bought a new car that would be more suitable for life in the city. Something small, safe, reliable, and hopefully not highly ranked on the "cars to steal and/or break into" list. My sister moved in with me from Suburban, MD and her old car was great for the wide open spaces out there, but it really would not have worked for us in the city. I wasn't around when she did the new car shopping, but being just as fabulous as her big sister, she was able to make an awesome choice. We got a modern day version of a classic car in a unique paint color. IT'S THE PERFECT CAR FOR THE BIG CITY!!! Getting around has never been easier. 

A few weeks ago I got a call around midnight from a friend whose car broke down on the highway. I've never considered myself a night person and when she first called me, I actually hung up on her in my groggy state. Then I quickly glanced at the clock and thought, "oh snap, this could be an emergency." I promptly called her back and she explained her situation to me: a flat tire on the way home. I doubted the spare tire I had would fit her car, but I drove out there anyway. I brought snacks along and figured I might be able to somehow help. On my way to my stranded friend, the chauffeur of a very very fancy car began waving at me from his very very fancy car window. We both were stopped at an intersection. I thought maybe something was wrong with my car; in the first few days I was always forgetting to do basic things like turn off the lights, lock the doors, buy gas. It takes some getting used to. Nothing was wrong with my car, this friendly chauffeur just wanted to complement me on my new ride.

"I love your car!! I had it back in the day, you know, one of the original ones. That car didn't owe me nothing. I drove it until it broke down and died. How do you like it?"

"I love it, thanks"

"It's a great car!! It really is"

"Thanks"

"Now you stay stylin' girlfriend."

I hope his boss wasn't in the back of that very very fancy car! That was not chauffeur-speak! How is it that I end up in conversations like that at 1 am!! HOW?!?!?!

Here's a little something to get you thinking: