Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Big City Livin'

When you live in a large city you never really know what you'll encounter. It's one of the reasons that I love living in the city (although technically I live in a suburb).

I was driving to lunch today and passed a horse drawn covered wagon pulling another covered wagon behind it. This was pretty odd to see on a busy boulevard in the middle of the day. It reminded me of the time I was smack in the middle of the barrio and saw a cowboy riding a horse with his dog in his lap trotting down the sidewalk while cars sped by.

Then at the little deli I stopped at to pick up lunch I met this fabulous drag queen. He had the cutest wallet and we shared some fashion tips while waiting for our sandwiches.

After that I went home to my guys. In front of my house was a big rig with suicide doors, my 1955 Ford Fairlane, parked halfway in the garage was my pooh bear's 1966 F-100 we've affectionately nicknamed "Mater", and inside of the garage sits my guy's 1964 F-100 in various stages of rebuild. This in addition to the 79 Camero, 58 Chevy truck, and 2005 F-250 in the backyard.

If you had told me six months ago that I would have a day like this I would have said you were crazy. Now, I can't imagine life any different.