Recently, I got to enjoy the feeling of being on the other side of the partition. By that, I mean that I was one of the lucky passengers in our limos! I decided to spoil myself on one of my nights off and invited a few girlfriends to indulge in an exotic limo trip downtown, rather than our usual LRT and walk combo. The evening started with pampering ourselves. A couple hours, many outfit changes, and a lot of hairspray later, we were ready to ride like royalty.

When our limo pulled up, I was pleased to see they had sent me the Rolls Royce of limos. And I mean that literally, they had sent the Rolls Royce Phantom, one of my favourites. And another one of my favourites was waiting with the door open for us. My co-worker, who we will call “J”. Now if you ever get J for one of your own rides, you will be one lucky guy or gal. I won’t give too much away about him but let’s just say that his great looks are actually second to his amazing sense of humour!

Anyways, I squeezed J’s arm in thanks and climbed into my gorgeous chariot. Now at this point, we girls were already a couple drinks in… So I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me when one of my friends got a great idea. And by great, I mean terrible.

Something I forgot to mention about our many outfit changes was that my one friend eventually landed on wearing what I would describe as the lovechild of a crop top and a bra (with more of the bra’s genetics), held on by a spaghetti-thin halter strap tied around her neck. Don’t get me wrong, it looked amazing on her. The problem lied in her decision to fulfill her lifelong goal of standing up in the sunroof of a limo.

First, let me say that standing up in a limo is something you see in all the movies but please, don’t do it! It’s not safe and, frankly, it’s not allowed. But as I was sitting near the front chatting with J, I didn’t notice her slowly making her way through the open sunroof. I would say her regret was instant. As soon as she was out, the wind caught her top and off it went, flew right off into the night.

Her shriek is what pulled my attention away from J, and her bare chest is what kept my attention on her. I about died in my fits of laughter and at watching poor J try to keep his well-trained eyes on the road and off the rearview mirror. A few minutes later, we pulled over and J graciously gave my friend his jacket. We had to take a short ride back home to grab her a new top but, after that, the rest of the night was entirely glorious!

“J”, if you ever read this, thanks for the amazing night!