Forgive me for not giving a prompt update on Dave Louis, but something so remarkable happened after it was over that I must blog that first. Like Memento. Especially since I have yet to download Dave Louis photos.
At Dave Louis I once again thought myself the oldest of the group. Thankfully, Carlos H________ corrected me. I was so grateful I drove him to Ted Drewe's where I became fully hopped up on frozen custard. I blame the frozen custard buzz for my actions.
Carlos and I were driving back, and at a stoplight, which was coincidentally the stoplight by my Grandceil's house, and I heard the classic VROOM challenge from the car in the next lane.
"Oh. Lovely," Carlos commented.
The light changed, tires in the next lane squealed, and needless the punk in the black sports car "took" me.
Incidentally, I had to research this phrase when I got home, just to make sure I used it correctly when I yelled at the next stoplight, "Wooooo! Big Man! You just took a 46 year old woman! You just took your MOM!" Your Mom in a Mini Cooper. Which had the windows rolled up, so it wasn't as if I was challenging him.
"VROOM" said the black sports car.
"Don't do it," Carlos said, as the light changed. Carlos is a reasonable man, but I already had it in first gear, and as I said before, I had custard in my blood.
I think I took the punk by surprise. I think my Mini was surprised how fast the tachometer got into the red zone. All I know is that when the black sports car pulled into the next lane I was there at the light waiting for him.
"Oh. He's going to pull out a gun," Carlos stated pleasantly. But there were no guns drawn; the punk wouldn't even meet my gaze, because I was ready to yell, "How do you like me now? Who's your Mommy? WHO'S YOUR MOMMY?" The punk was Asian; maybe he wouldn't look me in the eye because of some cultural constraints. He turned right on the next alleyway.
Perhaps I can take the Michael Phelps' approach and credit someone else's criticism as a motivation my winning. Hmm. A few weeks ago the Apple iPhone Saleschild said in disbelief, "YOU have Panic At The Disco on your iTunes?" If that salesboy last week hadn't reversed himself as fast as that black sports car accelerated tonight, I might have been fired up enough tonight to get out and demand that punk's pink slip.