No More Drunk Blogging
Although we all know how much I love dooce, I was blogging drunk. Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing.
I mean, obviously I could have been less repetitive if I was sober.
Anyways, last Thursday, when driving home from Malibu, I was stuck in some gnarly (yeah, like Gnu) traffic. We were rarely moving at more than 10 miles per hour. I was behind a truck that I could not see past.
I sat in my car for almost 2 hours - at least half that time was spent staring at that yellow and red Igloo cooler. I was so thirsty. What if I’d be stuck there until the end of eternity? What was in that cooler? Would it be icy-cold water? Or better yet, iced-tea?! Or would it be empty? Or worse, full of warm yucky root beer or something?! Or what if he’d killed & decapitated someone and was hiding their head in there?!
Hmmm…
So I contemplated getting out of my car one of the many times we were at a dead stop and approaching the driver of the vehicle in front of me. Maybe we could get to know each other and maybe he’d share his (hopefully) iced-tea with me. I was sooooo thirsty!! But then, just as I had almost enough nerve to go through with it, the traffic started moving. Nuts!
I guess I’ll never know the truth.