
I just recently had my one year wedding anniversary with the love of my life and he and the Limo driver made it a night I will always remember. (Hey, get your mind out of the gutter!)
A couple days leading up to it my husband said he had a surprise planned for it but of course would not divuldge that information. And as curious as I am, I was wracking my brain non stop on what he could be planning. He kept instructing me that I had to be ready at 6:00 and not one minute later. Finally a couple idea's popped into my head along with the idea of a Limo and suddenly I was anxious for the day to come.
6:00 the next evening there we were waiting out in front of our apartment complex when low and behold a Limo drove up. Yipee! I had had a sneaking suspicion but still the same was just as excited.
The limo driver opened our door and we both hopped in( well actually I was wearing a short skirt so I didn't exactly hop but you get the idea).
On the way to our restaurant we stopped at a red light and a girl began to cross the street in front of us, who to me looked like she had sausaged herself into a tight Elvis suit but that didn't hinder our driver who began to hit on her through his window. My husband and I forced back our chuckles as we continued on to our destination.
We soon arrived at the restaurant and the driver said he would be back for us in 1 1/2 to 2 hours. We had a fabu time eating, talking and joking.
We then continued outside to wait for our driver. We waited about 45 minutes and it was starting to get a little chilly so I slipped on my jacket, thinking it was a good idea anyhow beings we had been out there long enough for me to look like a common prostitute with my pimp by my side.
The limo finally arrived and we again "hopped" in. We both quickly discovered that he had waited at the beer gardens until he had to pick us up again and had obviously enjoyed himself given the alcohol on his breath and the stories he eagerly began to tell us. I found myself slowly holding on tighter to the plush seat in the limo and wondering why I hadn't seen any seatbelts. I started to become distracted from the imminent danger I may be in by a story of chocolate beer that he began to tell. Yuuummmm! Chocolate! Anyways we arrived safely home from my first limo ride ever. Later that evening I realized and shared with my husband that having that dude as our driver actually made it that much more memorable.
Moral of story: If your limo driver is drinking make it a must he bring you back a chocolate beer!