Little spoiler space in case your spoiler capabilities didn't work this time...
OK, made it!
Well, yesterday I ended up getting *very* lost on my way home...so lost I was only 80 miles away from *Austin*, if you could believe it...and I ended up spending about an hour and a half on the highway trying to navigate my way home. The interesting thing is, even though two years ago I was a nervous wreck about even driving through very small, out of the way streets, I was very calm, collected, and actually enjoyed the experience.
There's something else to this story. The day before yesterday I started listening to this new radio station we got here -- an all-*disco* radio station. OK, well, it doesn't *just* play disco, it plays, um, "party music", from the '70s and '80s. And I've been addicted to this radio station. So anyways, I had one of my Duran Duran tapes with me while I was busily getting lost, and decided to give it a rest while I listened to the radio station. And I *loved* it. I *loved* listening to all the dance songs, like "I Wanna Dance With Somebody", "Lady Marmalade", "Let's Groove", "Last Dance", "Freak Out", "Rhythm of the Night", etc.
When I got home, I got to thinking...this strange behaviour seems familiar. It then hit me -- I'm a Quinn when driving. Eeep indeed. I then thought of what you guys would say and how *you* drive. Are you a Daria when driving or a Quinn? And...what makes you a Daria or a Quinn when driving?
*gulp* I'm a *Quinn* when driving. Oh, the irony....
Diane