Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
And I'm bound to keep on ridin'.
And I've got one more silver dollar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Midnight Rider.
Tonight I had a chance to do something I haven't done for a few years. In my younger days, I used to like going out to the club scene. I live and have lived in a large urban areas all my life. I liked the idea of getting ready to go out. Getting dressed, tunes, pre-party party.......
Being young and invincible we drank, smoked and drove. Although I have done my share of drinking while under the influence, the time I refer to in this example was when I was driving but owned no car, and generally got driven everywhere. Which is probably why I enjoyed going out so much, I was never the driver and never ever had to drive.
Tonight, I acted as a limo driver for Daughter. She attended a function in the Big City tonight. I was hired to pick up the three young ladies after the function was done. At 10:20 pm, I recieved a text message that she was ready to be picked up.
Before I leave, quick hit and I'm ready to go! I love driving into the Big City at night. The lights along the motorways. The blinking red tail lights. The skyscrapers "checker board floors" (to borrow a phrase from The Tragically Hip). I always like taking the long way to get to places, I enjoy driving.
I make my way into town, and find my "fare" at the agreed upon meeting place. Quickly get back on the highway and on to the next task of finding a coffee shop for a quick double double for the road.
To the Eastern Suburbs we drive to drop off Function Goer #1. Mission accomplished we head West again to taxi Function Goer #2 home. The entire time spent on the road was 2 hours there and back. Good tunes, nice conversation when the Function Goers and Daughter were on board.
All in all a nice way to get out of the house late at night, something that I rarely get a chance to do anymore. I guess that's why I never complain when I ferry my kids around. I don't mind the process.
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