"Lady in Red"

I rarely drive Justin's Nissan Ultima. The situation seldom presents itself but when it does, I have to be prepared. You see, my loyalties are tied to automatics not stick shifts. Justin's car is a stick shift.

Awhile ago, I found myself day dreaming one day after work. The sun was shining, my sun glasses were on and I was driving down a beautiful road in Palo Alto. Nice setting, huh? Right. It's all fun and games until you your dreaming gets the better of you.

My thoughts took me to another world. Like magic, Justin's car turned into one of those fancy cars people drive around here. My itchy work clothes disappeared! I look at myself in the rear view mirror to find I am dressed in shiny red leather. My sunglasses turn into those hip fashion glasses that people wear in Hollywood. Even my hair--my thin hair becomes luscious locks of blond curls. I couldn't believe it. I think I looked a little bit like B. Spears in, "Oops, I did it again."

When the transformation occurred, I wondered if it was going to hang around for awhile. So, I decided to seize the moment. I drove. I took a left, then a right. I put the clutch in and moved from first, to second, third with a few easy strokes. I was the queen of my domain and looking good too.

Then it happened... the moment everyone hates to talk about if they enjoy dream world.

While waiting at a stoplight my car stalls, then I panic. I look around hoping that no one is looking. Ack! I can't get the car in gear. Ack! I move a little and then the car stops again. People are looking now. Crap.

Immediately, my leather outfit disappears. Unfortunately, the full head of hair says bye-bye too and my ol' work rags return--itchy and uncomfortable. Then, randomly, the car decides to kick-into gear and I make my way home.

Although brief, I had a short glimpse of what it may be like to be a real sexy race car driver. It was fun. In fact, I will probably go back there in some form or another.

--Flash forward a few days later--

Justin and I are laying on the couch at home enjoying a lazy Sunday. He looks at me and points out that once again, I am wearing my mis-match red sweat suit. He's right. Absent-mindedly, I again paired my ugly college sweatshirt with my oldly moldy red sweat pants. Together they are 3 sizes too big for me but I can't help it, I love my weekend clothes.

It occurred to me, there is one thing that my dream world and I have in common. We both like red outfits. And, if worn correctly, they receive all kinds of rave reviews.

To summarize, I found the perfect quote for this blog, pulled from a vanity license plate--it said, "It's red, it's hot and it's mine."