October 08, 2003
If you feel like dancing
well come on, it's up to you
We got the sound to keep you getting down, down
The train is coming through
-- Quad City DJs
So I was on the open interstate on Friday afternoon, minding my own business and extremely excited that I was staring into a 3 day weekend. So my exuberance had to manifest itself in some form or fashion and since I was in my ride, of course I turned to music.
I had leafed through my car CD collection (not to be confused with my complete collection, the whole of which resides in my crib) and hit a little Janet Jackson, Maroon 5, Jason Mraz and Cyndi Thomson (and if that doesn't give you an idea of my eclectic music tastes, nothing will). So I needed to continue with the happy and/or fast music and I switched to the radio, noting it was shortly after 5 on Friday.
Everyone knows that any good and decent radio station will open the vaults and play some cool stuff at 5 on Friday to celebrate the weekend. As luck would have it I checked the station just in time to hear "woo woo, it's the choo choo train.. I can smell them tranquil breezes from a mile away..." And all of the sudden, Gloria Estefan was right, the rythm did get me. Before I knew what happened, I was singing at the top of my lungs and I threw my right arm up into the "choo choo" motion and screamed "woo woo".
All of this, of course was going down as a diesel passed me. The next thing I knew I heard a very loud diesel horn beep twice, sounding like a fog horn as it whizzed by my window. Now I realized what I had done. I laughed and let him pass and continued with my little song and dance.
Later on I ended up passing him again and he ripped off another double time horn blow to let me know he recognized me. I'm sure my cheeks and the color of my jeep were one in the same...
Amy
We got the sound to keep you getting down, down
The train is coming through
-- Quad City DJs
So I was on the open interstate on Friday afternoon, minding my own business and extremely excited that I was staring into a 3 day weekend. So my exuberance had to manifest itself in some form or fashion and since I was in my ride, of course I turned to music.
I had leafed through my car CD collection (not to be confused with my complete collection, the whole of which resides in my crib) and hit a little Janet Jackson, Maroon 5, Jason Mraz and Cyndi Thomson (and if that doesn't give you an idea of my eclectic music tastes, nothing will). So I needed to continue with the happy and/or fast music and I switched to the radio, noting it was shortly after 5 on Friday.
Everyone knows that any good and decent radio station will open the vaults and play some cool stuff at 5 on Friday to celebrate the weekend. As luck would have it I checked the station just in time to hear "woo woo, it's the choo choo train.. I can smell them tranquil breezes from a mile away..." And all of the sudden, Gloria Estefan was right, the rythm did get me. Before I knew what happened, I was singing at the top of my lungs and I threw my right arm up into the "choo choo" motion and screamed "woo woo".
All of this, of course was going down as a diesel passed me. The next thing I knew I heard a very loud diesel horn beep twice, sounding like a fog horn as it whizzed by my window. Now I realized what I had done. I laughed and let him pass and continued with my little song and dance.
Later on I ended up passing him again and he ripped off another double time horn blow to let me know he recognized me. I'm sure my cheeks and the color of my jeep were one in the same...
Amy
Posted by Amy at 10:23:27 |
Holli wrote:
That's all I have since I'm laughing hysterically.