Sunday, June 8, 2008

Cimarrons and Communists

Well, we got our groove on. Boy did we ever.

As you may have gathered from reading this blog, nothing normal ever happens to us. EVER. It always has to be some dog and pony show. Our Get Our Groove On night away from the kids is case in point.

We stayed at a rather swank hotel in a rather swank area of the ATL. Our ride? My grandmother's old Cimarron. Yep, the ghetto pimp car from hell. All leather cow interior. Red, since you asked. The smell of cigarette smoke still evident with both windows rolled down. Mmmmmmm is for Marlboro.

Now, why in the world would we drive down the Connector at 65 mph with the windows down when it was 103 in the sun? Because the AC did not work. At all.

It was all good though. Hubbie and I thanked the iced coffee and drive-thru gods and let our hair blow in the wind.

We should have known we were in for trouble when the Check Engine light came on.

We arrived at SwankHotel and almost valet parked.

Instead, we killed time at the local overpriced mall where I got myself a fab pair of fakey sunglasses. Don't I look glamorous?



Here is where the dog and pony show starts:

We then spent a bit of time with our soon-to-be divorced friend who is currently in the pit of hell. Between cell phone outages and miscommunications we spent the better part of an hour sitting in his driveway waiting for him.

We left the visit with mosquito bites on every extremity and depressed as hell from the awful stories he told us about his divorce-in-progress.

Things picked up with dinner. The food was awesome. A nice stroll back to the hotel. Sleep was divine.

We got up at a decent hour because we wanted to cruise through our old neighborhood and surprise our friends.

Plus, there was a BBQ we had scheduled at my parents house. We didn't want to be late and make anyone wait.

Turns out, we were the ones doing the waiting.

See this? This is the Cimarron fucking broken down on the way out of the parking garage. Uh-huh. So not cool. It died every time Hubbie hit the gas pedal.



After an hour of tears, anger and frustration the Cimarron decided to work. If we popped her into reverse first.

Off we spluttered, shifting into reverse every time we wanted to drive forward until the car quit dying on us.

We stopped by a fast-foodish establishment to pick up a spinach and bacon panini that I have been craving. I was in heaven. Can you tell I am sweating my ass off?


We stopped at our Commie friend's house. We walked in and woke them up by Hubbie yelling down the hall for him to get his Communist bastard ass out of bed. Good times.

The time came to leave, and our friend the Cimarron actually worked the first time we cranked her. Don't know why or how, but she did. It must have been the oohs and aaahs of jealousy we evoked from our friends. 'Cause we had the baddest ride in town, bro! We said our goodbyes and were able to make it back to my parents house in good order.

Completely overheated and sweaty, but safe and sound.

And there is our simple night on the town.

Not for the faint of heart. Nor any members of Club McCarthy.

13 comments:

Shelley Jaffe said...

I, for one, CANNOT believe that you drove that ride and left the freakin' Ghetto Grillz at home!! Who care that they taste like formaldehyde? Suck it up, buttercup! (Oh wait, maybe you did that...)

I'm just gonna leave now...

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you and the hubs had a nice nite, even with the crappy car! Not a great time of year to have no functioning car or air conditioner.

So I'm home now. What's the plan?

RiverPoet said...

Good GRIEF, my dear!!! I can't imagine driving around anywhere right now without A/C, but I'm glad you and hubby had a good time, nevertheless!

Love the shades ;-)

Peace - D

Mouthy Girl said...

Ooooooooooh a semi-hoopdie!!! Gotta love it!

I love your posing with those sunglasses! Work it! Own it!

And now I want a spinach and bacon panini. Please? Iron's good for me these days!

I thought of you this weekend when I made a homemade savory bread pudding with tons of mushrooms and pancetta for salty flavor. Freaking yum!

Gypsy said...

Well, at least you were able to enjoy yourselves through the angst and heat. ;)

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Yep, you guys know how to roll! :-) And the Cimarron? I'm thinkin' a quick trip to the salvage yard is in order...

Kelly said...

I think the Cimmaron needed to get to know you guys first. You know, make sure you were worthy of it's superior technological prowess.

Sounds like a nice time!

Cynthia said...

Man no air is a bummer! Seems as though you made the best of it:)

Anonymous said...

This post made me miss Georgia.

And laugh.

Anonymous said...

You rock those sunglasses! What an adventure. The car got you there and back and that's all it needed to do--the drama makes you appreciate the good things in life, like cars that work in simple drive. Love your spirit!

Anonymous said...

You rock those sunglasses! What an adventure. The car got you there and back and that's all it needed to do--the drama makes you appreciate the good things in life, like cars that work in simple drive. Love your spirit!

.:| Melissa.Mizladytaz |:. said...

Totally lovin the ghetto pimp car!!! And no A/C in the car, in the ATL!! O.M.G. is all I can say!!

Yea, I did that when I first moved back here. As soon as I got with the hubs, guess who's car got kicked to the curb? That's right, Mine! Fuck that no A/C bullshit!!! LOL

So how ya likin our August heat, in June, here in the ATL? Good Gawd!! All I have to say about that, is THANK GOD for my new house and the fact that has and AWESOME heat pump (WHY do they call them that???) with vents to EVERY room, and no more A/C window units!! YaY!! I have the same, nice cool temp. in each and every room! AWESOMENESS!

We just bought a house, and I've been moving over the past couple of weeks, so I'm behind on my blog hoppin!

I'm trying to catch up now! I think it might take me FOREVAH!

I hope you're enjoying your time here, and enjoying your time away from the rental hell!

Stay cool!!! ;)

Major Bedhead said...

When I first moved to ATL, I thought it couldn't possibly be as hot as everyone said. Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. And then I moved back to New England and guess what? It's that hot up here, too. Bastids.

Love the shades. I hope you wore them while cruisin' Five Points in your pimpmobile.