wandering minds
Car washing can be very therepeutic. On this past fine saturday morning, I woke up at 8.30am and proceeded to spend 3.5 hours on my car, washing and waxing him. It was like a spa day for him and I can tell he was pleased by the way he sparkled in the sunlight.
I just got done taking a shower when the doorbell rang, i know it wasn't a-go-go because she usually either a. calls first; b. let herself in. I grabbed my bathrobe, my wet hair up in a towel, looking very dishoveled, I ran downstairs and open the main door.
It was Paul standing there with the extension cord for the buffer I wanted to use to wax my car this morning.
Just my dumb luck. I didn't want to wait this morning, so instead I spent 3 hours doing the "wax on, wax off."
I was starving after that, so a trip to my favorite vietnamese restaurant ensued. I inhaled two spring rolls and wolfed down a big bowl of noodles soup.
Sunday morning bright and early I dragged a-go-go and her candy white golf to the car wash. The car needed the carwash. Actually it was more like I do. When I see the dirt rinsing off the car, it felt dang good. *psycho I know ;)*.
Rushed to frontenac to meet up with Don, Colleen and the stlvw gang for the STL Euro Show. I've always enjoyed the car show, but after being to the same show year after year, it just grew old. It was good to see Troy and his
prized possession: the red Corrado SLC and the silver "chubby boy who's angry because he's in wearing a retainer" GTI. Seeing him there proudly displaying his cars always make me feel good to be a part of the club.
Dinner with Don and Colleen was a pleasant surprise because we were only charged two buffets instead of three. After Don paid, we ran outta there before they realized their mistakes. ;)
I also decided I need to stop talking about cars for a while, coz I'm either a. boring my readers to death. or b. losing my readers.