He brings out the party hats. And masks. And noise blowers. And by ‘he’ I mean our cab driver from Friday night.
Our event on Friday night that most of our SOS sisters made it out to was wrapping up, but the night was just beginning. Having considered this venue our pre-drink at that point, we hopped in a cab and sped off for a venue on College Street. The stars were aligned with something awesome that night, because of all cabs in the city we ended up with his. The music was good, he was cranking it up and we were singing out shrivelly black hearts out. He pulls over, stops the meter and asks if he can get something out of his trunk. “Well sure, as long as the meter’s stopped, go for it.” The girls in the back questioned and for a second while he routed in his trunk it got weird. I just thought he wanted a snack. He came back with a bag, took out packages and tore them open, and started handing out party hats. A) WTF?! But mostly B) Score! Then out came the Lone Ranger-style eye masks. Double score! Then those really annoying paper noise makers that unfurl when you blow them. Give them here! Garb passed around and doned by all the sisters, the cab cruised on and we got drunk(er) on glee. Pulling up to lights and engaging the other cars in the party while the cab driver rolled down the windows was only maker this dude cooler.
It was magic.
We got his number and this time I called his phone right away to make sure that I had it right. (Flashback to earlier when we were trying unsuccessfully to reach a cab driver that takes 5 in a sedan, I had forgotten a digit and so we tried the trial and error approach to no luck.) Tucking our goods into our jackets, we headed into the next venue, to be reunited at the end of the night with our cab driver friend for another sweet ride where the goods made their appearance again. We’ve got his number on lock down, knowing that his VIP service is worth the wait.
Side note: Second venue was lots of fun but uneventful SOS-wise (on my part, perhaps others need to update this with their side of the story). I spent too much time catching up with old friends that I had run into. That and trying to fend off two girls looking for a fight on the dance floor! Clearly they haven’t read the blog – Pam is a lover, not a fighter.
Drop it like it’s hot,
Pamela
Our event on Friday night that most of our SOS sisters made it out to was wrapping up, but the night was just beginning. Having considered this venue our pre-drink at that point, we hopped in a cab and sped off for a venue on College Street. The stars were aligned with something awesome that night, because of all cabs in the city we ended up with his. The music was good, he was cranking it up and we were singing out shrivelly black hearts out. He pulls over, stops the meter and asks if he can get something out of his trunk. “Well sure, as long as the meter’s stopped, go for it.” The girls in the back questioned and for a second while he routed in his trunk it got weird. I just thought he wanted a snack. He came back with a bag, took out packages and tore them open, and started handing out party hats. A) WTF?! But mostly B) Score! Then out came the Lone Ranger-style eye masks. Double score! Then those really annoying paper noise makers that unfurl when you blow them. Give them here! Garb passed around and doned by all the sisters, the cab cruised on and we got drunk(er) on glee. Pulling up to lights and engaging the other cars in the party while the cab driver rolled down the windows was only maker this dude cooler.
It was magic.
We got his number and this time I called his phone right away to make sure that I had it right. (Flashback to earlier when we were trying unsuccessfully to reach a cab driver that takes 5 in a sedan, I had forgotten a digit and so we tried the trial and error approach to no luck.) Tucking our goods into our jackets, we headed into the next venue, to be reunited at the end of the night with our cab driver friend for another sweet ride where the goods made their appearance again. We’ve got his number on lock down, knowing that his VIP service is worth the wait.
Side note: Second venue was lots of fun but uneventful SOS-wise (on my part, perhaps others need to update this with their side of the story). I spent too much time catching up with old friends that I had run into. That and trying to fend off two girls looking for a fight on the dance floor! Clearly they haven’t read the blog – Pam is a lover, not a fighter.
Drop it like it’s hot,
Pamela
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