Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Right on.

I have come to realize that, as I'm driving home after a long day with the music blaring, singing along and doing my own brand of The Car Dance (my version* involves rockin' the shoulders, a little head bobbing, and the occasional "wave" motion with the hand that's not on the wheel), more often than not I will get busted by another traveler on that long commute home while jamming out to the Prince classic, "Sexy Motherfucker."

That said, tonight's buster? Gave me a big ol' thumbs up. Right on, dude. Right on.

*I have to ask: What's YOUR car dance? I know you've got one.

5 comments:

- The M.A.D. Hapa said...

Hey you (this is Megan). So, my car dance consists of booty shakin', downshifting to the beat, and playing drums on the steering wheel. One time, while doing this to The Smiths ("Panic," I think), some guy rolled down his window and yelled, "WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME!?!?" I imagine he was shocked to find another Smiths fan living in Orange County. "Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ . . ."

Erika said...

Sadly, mine is usually some form of cheesy girl pop, a la Britney or Christina. Perhaps because my car is the only place I feel safe playing those songs?

I've also been known to do some major flailing if I'm driving home from work and the Violent Femmes come on the radio. Nothing can put a girl in a good mood like "Blister in the Sun."

Dinah said...

Ah, yes, "drumming" the steering wheel, a classic move I have also done. To that song, in fact. But I have to say Megan, it is also highly likely that the guy felt compelled to try his luck because you're just sooooo pretty.

As for Britney, it's really only a matter of time before I'm busted doing what I'm certain is a highly embarrasing "Toxic" routine.

Anonymous said...

Since I take MUNI to work, I don't really have a good car dance (although your blog and comments are confiming my belief that people really ARE more glamorous in LA).

I do, however, sing out loud with my ipod. I'd look insane if my commute partners weren't already talking to themselves.

kati said...

I was thinking it would be fun to dance on the subway ... people ignore the self-appointed evangelical preachers so maybe they'd ignore me. Too bad there's not more room on rush hour subways ...