My friend John calls me up just before midnight tonight. "We're in your neighborhood, driving around in my friend's '64 Caddy. We're coming to pick you up."
So I throw myself together, fly down the stairs to find a boat of a Cadillac, shiny, fire-engine red, pulling up outside my apartment. The top is down. The tunes are cranked. And I'm in the back-seat screaming and waving at passersby as we cruise through the city.
I've never seen so many people smile giddily at a car before. Just seeing it makes people happy. So, we drive around bringing joy to the downtown core before heading into Little India for some curry.
Just got in and I can't stop smiling. Who has this life? Oh wait, me. :)
Edited to add:
Okay, here's the beauty of a boat in all its glory.