Cinderella

I’m waiting in the parking lot for my girlfriend; let’s name her Elle Woods. Not because she really is clueless, but something about her reminds me of Reese Witherspoon in Legally Blonde. Maybe it’s the whole growing up in Danville thing. I don’t know…

Okay so where was I? I was waiting in the parking lot for Elle. Seriously, I was a half hour late myself, what was taking her so long? I cannot believe that I have actually found a person in this world who can be later than I am. Although this is quite embarrassing to admit, my friends often times lie to me, and tell me to arrive 30-60 min earlier then everyone else. Of course someone always slips up and I figure it out. But this does not change a thing. I’m still late.

When Elle arrives we book to Walnut Creek BART. I feel so silly, being in a prom dress and taking BART to a Black & White formal in the city. But Elle, being clever as she is, reminds me parking is going to be difficult and why would we ever want to drive on New Years? She assures me we’ll have a ride back. Whatever, worse comes to worst, BART’s last train is at 3AM. We arrive to SF and it’s about 30 min ‘til count down. I feel like Cinderella rushing to be somewhere before midnight. After running up and down several blocks, we finally catch a cab (our pumpkin carriage) and get to the Old Federal Reserve in time for countdown. Honestly, after all that, countdown was totally anti-climatic. The wrong person kept calling me and the right person wouldn’t pick up my call. I felt like I needed more to drink.

The evening was fun and I bumped into a lot of old friends I haven’t seen since college. At the end of the night, Elle and I were weighing our options. Which group of friends should we join for an after party? By chance, a stranger walks up to me and throws out the typical “Do I know you line?” But it was polished up a little to sound like, “Did we go to Cal together?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but he did look oddly familiar. His friend joined our conversation… Hey, Elle & I know his friend. He told me he was leaving for Dallas the next day. So in that fateful moment I decided for Elle and me how we would spend the rest of the evening. We headed off to So SF to join them and sang Jay Chou songs ‘til morning. Lone Star and his sidekick, like perfect gentlemen, drove us back to Walnut Creek at 8am. Thanks guys.