Sweet, Sweet, Wienermobile – Good To See You Again!
I keep tabs on the whereabouts of the Wienermobiles by following them on Twitter. It’s important stuff. Very important.
On Sunday morning while sipping my coffee I read that one of the Wienermobiles would be on Long Island. As soon as I heard Kenny stirring himself awake I bounded into the bedroom overflowing with excitement. I could hardly wait to tell him the greatest news in the history of forever.
“Babe? Are you ready to experience the GREATEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE?”
“The Weinermobile is on Long Island. Isn’t that great?”
He was so excited he couldn’t even make words.
When we pulled into the lot where the Wienermobile was parked I quickly clicked on the Sena bluetooth headset so that we could share the moment it came in to view together. As we rounded the corner…
“THERE IT IS! Look at that. Isn’t that just beautiful? Isn’t this just the GREATEST DAY of your LIFE?!”
“No. Not really.”
Look at Kenny, acting nonchalant about being parked behind the enormous weenie. Obviously, he was so overcome with emotion that he couldn’t really process the moment.
We parked and checked out the hot dog, got some stickers and whistles. I, very queenly-like, settled myself into one of the seats inside the ‘mobile to see what big time living felt like. For the record? It felt glorious.
As we started to collect ourselves to head out, I spotted people taking photos of the Ural in its parking space. You know, because there was nothing at all giant, orange and interesting parked anywhere within 30 feet of it.
Between you and me, I think Kenny
was impressed by totally loved the Wienermobile.
That is not my Givi box. Just sayin’…