This Is My Life, Part #9,385,742
The plan was to meet my friend Lindsay for a glass or two of Prosecco, run an errand and make it to bed early.
Funny then how I found myself in a cab at 2:00 in the morning, sharing the backseat with a wedding dress that wasn’t mine.
The dress kept wanting to slide to the floor and even though it was in a garment bag and perfectly safe, I got nervous so I reached over to pull the seat belt over it and buckled it in properly.
The cabbie caught my eye in the rearview mirror.
“I JUST NEED TO KEEP THIS SAFE,” I said. “IT’S NOT MINE.”
He nodded and was silent for the rest of the drive.
And so it goes. Occasionally, you start out your evening in a perfectly normal way and then things spiral and you end up a bit drunk, sharing a cab with an inanimate object that you buckled in for safety purposes.
There’s just something about New York City and all its many possibilities.
There’s something about me too, I think.
I’m not special or anything but mostly I just really really like how my life is turning out.
(c) gansv1846
Thanks for buckling up for safety! For my wedding dress I mean. You are the absolute best for picking it up, hauling it around, and keeping it safe!
Love,
Alayna
P.S. I like how your life is turning out too.
So, the way I’m interpreting this is… your errand was to pick up Alayna’s wedding dress. Which you did. And then you took it bar hopping until 2AM.
Remind me to never ask you to pick up my guitar from the shop. Although I guess you would at least buckle it in for safety.