I LOVE my new car! OMG, I can’t tell you how much. It’s so freakin’ cute and fun to drive and it’s turned me into the absolutely queerest person. I get out and look at it as I walk away. Tuesday I was all “goddamit” when it started to sprinkle. And yesterday as I pulled away from the drive through at Jack-in-the-Box, I snitched a french fry from the bag and then put it back so I wouldn’t get the car all messy. I even park away from other vehicles so no one accidentally bangs into it. If you’re thinking of buying a new car, I highly recommend a Scion. I love it!
And now I can flirt with guys on the road with confidence. Although I did pretty well with my dusty old Saturn with the dent in the roof.
Like a 16-year-old with a newly minted license, I just want to drive, drive, drive. Saturday night I went down to Primm to see Melissa Etheridge. I got free tickets through HouseSeats.com (great deal for Las Vegas locals) and of course, you can’t see Melissa Etheridge without a lesbian in tow, so I rounded up one of my Jeep-driving BFFs.
Before the show, we ran into one of her friends outside the box office. Kri introduced me and then afterward said, “I knew that girl in high school. We played softball.”
“No shit, I didn’t think you met in ballet class,” I replied.
Nice, aren’t I?
Anyway, I’d never seen Melissa before, and she’s an amazing performer. What a voice. She did “Piece of My Heart” during the encore and I got shivers. You know how your mind wanders during a concert? I was thinking that if I were an actual lesbian and not just a straight chick with a celebrity crush on Beverly d’Angelo, I would totally go for Melissa Etheridge. She seems really nice.
Oh, speaking of Beverly, HELLO—why didn’t anyone tell me about her commercial with Chevy Chase that ran during the Super Bowl? Huh? Last week one of my friends sent me a link to it and I was like I can’t freakin’ believe one of my blog readers didn’t clue me in before now. Jeez.
Is she gorgeous or what?
I told you I was queer.