Raving

For 5 bucks you too can have this fun.  It's called the carwarsh, and it's a full blown blast that I indulge in whenever...whenever...I have 5 bucks (?).  Typically, I blast the music and pull my chair back and cruise through the psychedelic soap suds without a care in the world.  It occurred to me yesterday, it would be really freakin' awesome if the carwash was open at night.  Picture same said scenario with four of your best buds in the back seat, glow in the dark disco ball lights and a bottle of wine.  Of course, one time through wouldn't be enough, so I'm just sayin' I think there's an after hours market (like a drive thru rave minus the drugs and pacifiers) for the roll-yourself-thru style washer de autos.

Speaking of psychedelic, I certainly couldn't tell you what the guy sitting next to me at Sbux yesterday was on, but he was seeing more imaginary birds in that coffeeshop than you'd think imaginable.  He told me, all glaze-donut-eyed that sometimes it's just really hard to leave Sbux.  Ha!  We can agree on that, trippy pants.

He did finally leave, which was good because I was highly entertained talking to him and needed to get back to serious...ummm...blogging (?)...work (anyone got 5 bucks?).  He spent the following 30 minutes in the parking lot opening and closing the tailgate on his truck.  Nope.  I don't think it was the caffeine.

Life sometimes can be raving.
Raving: –adjective

  extraordinary or remarkable