Jenny and the Car of the Future

greetings readers, i have many stories to share with you today! good thing all is quiet here in plano, land of the nasty water that you'd think i'd get used to...i haven't.

so last night's car rental experience was a new one for me because i couldn't turn the car on. the lady at hertz asked what i wanted, and i said something small. she offered me a corvette. um, not sure the boss would've enjoyed that expense, so then she offered a toyota prius. i've been wanting to drive one, so i said "heck yeah."

for those of you who haven't driven a hybrid, i swear it was something out of disney's tomorrowland. there's a power button, the key doesn't turn, and the engine doens't turn over. hell, the engine makes no noise at all. and you can't turn the thing on unless you're pressing down on the brake. after sitting in the car for almost ten minutes, and reading the instruction manual, i had to get out and go ask someone how to turn the car on. they showed me how, and i literally spent the first few minutes driving it wondering whether it was actually running or if i was in neutral and it was just rolling.

then as i'm trying to navigate the disaster they call DFW, i realize that the speed-o-meter is set to kilometers! not sure when i moved to europe.... i literally had to pull over on the side of the road until i could find the button to change it. oh, and this is the first toyota i've ever driven that doesn't have lights that turn on automatically so i keep driving without my lights on. it's been fun.

next update...yesterday my cousin mark, who works for the airport, took me for a fun ride on the runway. he told me he was going to open a runway and i could come along. i though thtat meant we were going to ride a cart around the airport. oh no, it meant we literally went out onto the live runway in the saab friction tester...heehee, i like that name - friction tester. and yes, i'm 5. on our way back in, we were right in front of a united plane sitting at the gate. i waved to the pilot, and he waved back probably thinking 'who the hell is that girl?'. thanks, cousin mark, it was way fun!

saturday night i took the latest victim in my dating life to meet up with leah and hoodie and friends in northeast. from the start i wasn't sure if i actually was attracted to this guy, and hopefully he never finds my blog b/c i'm pretty sure he won't like this entry. anyhoo, so i have a lot of fun hanging out with him, but htat's it. anyhoo, we go to psycho suzi's, dive bar extraordinaire. there are 7 of us and it's super crowded and at one point he asks me how long we wait until we slip the hostess some money. i'm not sure which was so annoying, that he couldn't wait or that he thought slipping some money was going to make any difference when there were NO open tables.

then he proceeded to share with leah and co his past life working as a trapeze artist - no lie - and his hobby as a glass blower (which incidentally i thought was a joke). leelee and i told him his new nickname was cirque d' soleil. i'm all for fun experiences and stories, but it's kind of hard to think of someone as a dating candidate when you keep picturing them in purple tights. the funniest comment of the night was after he left, earlier than the rest of us, and hoodie made the comment that next time i should date an actual "dude."

can't say i disagree...