Isn't she beautiful? I think Zipcar named her "Mouffat." I would have chosen something slightly more graceful, like Sandrine. Mais c'est la vie! I unlocked Mouffat and slid into the driver's seat with a feeling of complete empowerment. Here I was, about to embark on a gorgeous sun-soaked drive out to the JFK Library to stargaze after dark with my boyfriend! I giddily buckled my seat belt and turn on the engine.
Except...what the heck...where is the key? Just a button? Okay...press the button. The radio comes on. Success! That was weird, but I'm a smart girl, I got this. That is, until I make a move to shift into reverse and experience my second hiccup of the evening. The shift won't budge. I gaze confusedly at the dials and meters on the dash hoping for an answer, then I look down at the pedals. Is the emergency break on? No. What is happening? I start sweating. I'm confused. I know I live in Boston and am a pedestrian by nature of the fact that my last car wound up wedged between a tree and a telephone pole, but come on! Did I forget something here? Is my foot not supposed to be on the brake? OH MY GOD IS THIS CAR MANUAL?! This is when I begin to have a full-fledged panic attack. I will never live it down if I have to call my boyfriend and explain to him that the reason I cannot drive across town with the wind in my hair to pick him up for our great escape is because I never paid attention when he was trying to teach me to drive stick in that 1984 Montero (the first SUV known to man). But just as my nerves are reaching the threshold of hysteria, I spot it. The key! Except it's not a key at all! It's already in the ignition and it's a cute little round fob with no resemblance to any key I've ever seen. But no matter, my dignity is restored as I re-insert the fob/key into the ignition and press the Start button. To my delight, the engine revs to life and I exhale a sigh of relief. Back on track!
It takes me more than a few minutes to figure out how to a) adjust the radio b) get the top down and c) turn on my lights, but eventually I peel out of the Zipcar lot and onto the open road! I put some Gangnam Style on the radio and make for Beacon Hill to pick up Michael. We head for 93-S, both of us talking about how neat it is to be in a convertible enjoying a cool fall evening together, until I pull onto the freeway and realize my grave mistake: I let my hair down. After 15 minutes of Michael holding fistfuls of my hair out of my face as I blindly drive towards our exit with what can only be described as a look of sheer terror, we pull into the driveway to the library and find a cozy (read: unauthorized) spot to park Mouffat. The rest of the evening unfolds without incident, snuggled under a blanket in the back seat and fixing our eyes towards the sky. It was really quite a cool experience - but believe me when I say I was all too relieved to let Michael drive home.
As for the rest of the list, I've summarized below what I've managed to accomplish and appended notes to items where I've made progress. The next stop I am THRILLED to announce is attending not just one but FIVE Boston Fashion Week events - including the invite-only party Lights, Camera, Fashion party I went to last night hosted by Boston Common Magazine!!
- Volunteer with kids: So I signed up for a volunteer orientation through BostonCares.org and after that I will be able to volunteer freely for many different non-profits all over the city!
- Go on a long hike somewhere unfamiliar: I haven't tackled this one yet, but hoping to cross it off in the next weekend or two.
- Host a dinner party: I'm making dinner on Monday night for my family! Taking suggestions for dessert...
- Perform a random act of kindness: Not yet accomplished.
- Read Atlas Shrugged: I am 200 pages in! Which is nothing because it is a 4000 paged tome.
- Sky Dive: All of my friends are pansies so I'm thinking this might have to be a "while I'm 25" thing.
- Write a time capsule letter to my 35 year old self: Jury is still out.
- Buy language tapes to help me improve and continue to use my French: Rosetta Stone is inconceivably expensive. Not yet accomplished.
- Tell someone I love them every day, and it doesn’t have to be the same person each day: Easy peasy!
- Sign up for a self-enrichment course: Guys, I'm super psyched about this one. I found a class offered in November at the MFA for Fashion Design Sketching!! Not quite Financial Literacy, but I could do both - right?
- Get my blood drawn: I have a doctor's appoint next week, but I'm not making any promises.
- Plan my next big trip: Not yet accomplished.
- Break an old habit (procrastination, laziness) and form a new one (consistent blogging frequency): The old habit I am breaking is actually two-pronged. 1st prong: Don't drink so much. 2nd prong: End result? Much less procrastination. Especially on the weekends.
- Go salsa dancing: Not yet accomplished.
- Sing something at a karaoke bar: I still don't know how this got on the list.
- Learn to play chess: Michael is helping me with this one. So far I know that the queen makes all of the rules, and the king is useless without her. What else is new.
- Finish at least one MBA application: I'll do it!! Just not right now.
- Submit an article to a writing contest: Not yet accomplished.
- Audition for something, anything: Saturday. October 13th. Open casting call. For what? Wait and see. (P.S I know it's past my actual birthday, but that is only because the casting person refused to make an exception).
- Go on a Duck Tour: Not yet accomplished.
- Attend a Boston Fashion Week Event: I'M ATTENDING FIVE! MAJOR BLOG POSTS COMING SOON!
- Host a Girl’s Night Clothing Swap Party: See above - one of the events is a BFW-sponsored clothing swap at Julep, next Tuesday Oct 2nd. Contact me if you want to come!
- Finish re-decorating my room: I fear this will never be done.
- Rent a convertible and drive it: See saga above, and promise yourself never to get in a convertible with me behind the wheel.
- Get some kind of exercise each day, for at least 30 minutes a day: Situps on my floor when I'm too lazy to go to the gym DOES count.