The Big Aiyah

So imagine driving down Sunset Boulevard at about 11:30 at night...the Hawaiian music jammin', you're feeling pretty good after a great gig and you're looking forward to hitting the sack from the exhaustion of performing. You look to the left out your driver-side window and the guy in the car beside you flashes a kool shaka sign...the inspiration probably taken from my many aloha and Hawaii stickers on my car.

Then, we hit a red light and I hear this "Hey...roll down your window...let me talk to you a sec'".

Now let's get my state of mind at THIS particular point clear...I'm in the state of "Aloha" ecstasy, you know...good vibes all the way around. So, I figure "Sure!" I'll roll down my window!

WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!!!!!!! OR RATHER WHAT THE HELL WERE THEY THINKING?

From the moment he opened his mouth, I wished I had just never noticed that "shaka" sign. His line went like this, "Hey, where ya going? (peering into my car) Who else do you have in there? (handing me some scandalous party flyer) Can I hit that? ("Hit what?" I asked myself) Can I get some? ("NO, he NOT just bring this whole evening into the gutter in one fraction of a second?" I told myself.) Can I hit it raw? (he asked again)". Which at that moment, I was completely appalled and no where near my wonderful "state of "Aloha" and back into the reality of being surrounded by idiots. I rolled up my window as I flipped them off and drove away as the light turned green.

I still can't believe that shit happened!

Now its really sad to think that these guys would think they would actually get some decent "play" talking to women that way. I just couldn't believe I let my guard down so easily that I actually chose to roll down my window and subject myself to... Arrrrggghhh... Idiots!

posted by Ukulele Princess @ 6:43 PM