I must be getting a lot braver than I once was. I was at my favorite club tonight in downtown Scottsdale, just chilling a little. When I left and got into my car in the adjacent parking ramp, I decided to put the top of my Mitsubishi Spyder down. After all, I am probably going to lose it in my forthcoming divorce, so I might as well enjoy it a little while I can.
Well, even at midnight on a Thursday, downtown Scottsdale is full of action. There are all these open air cabs to take the drunks back to their hotels. In reality, they are just over sized golf carts. So I come up to a light, and one of these "cabs" is next to me. There are 4 young drunk guys in it, and they start yelling at me: "Come on baby, smile for us", and other similar remarks. I don't turn towards them, but I do smile, and raise my hand in a half hearted wave. I am thinking, I wonder if these guys have any clue that they are getting excited about a nearly 60 year old TGirl. Well, thank God for dark nights. But then the light changes and they go their way, and I make a left turn. My red hair is blowing in the breeze. For about 30 seconds, I felt just like I am Suzanne Somers in "American Graffiti", and it felt just amazing.