So I drove a limo on Saturday night--for a prom, nonetheless. As you know, "chauffeur" is a title I carry behind many others. Not my favorite job; but, I love my husband and I love his ability to run a successful business so I did him a favor and drove the 10 passenger biggie. (okay, maybe it was a favor to me, too because mommy got a new Coach bag!! Pics to come soon)
A group of prom kids had booked the limo from 6-9 pm. So, I figured I'd pick them up, they'd go to dinner, maybe stop at a few houses for pictures and I'd drop them off. Nope. When I had picked them up, they had already eaten, had already had the parents drooling over them. All they wanted to do was drive around for 3 hours. Fun.
Before I picked them up, I was talking with the dad of one of the "kids". (I can call them kids, right, because I'm over 30??). He specifically told me this was going to be a pretty rowdy group--I said as long as I didn't have a champagne glass hit me in the back of my head, I'd be fine.
They weren't rowdy per say, but here's what they were. Rappers. Now, I had 8 girls and 2 guys. They were all dressed really nice, hair and nails done, dresses likely from the Juniors department at Sears; seemed like "good kids". As soon as one of the broke out the iPod, my jaw dropped. I think they downloaded 800 songs with "mother f*&#er" repeated 1800 times in the lyrics. And they ALL knew ALL the words! It was like I was getting my own little high school version of DMX takes on Chris Brown.
There is some rap that I'm okay with. That I like, in fact. But I guess I was a little taken aback by the "angelic" look to these kids belting out something about blow jobs...
Note to self: look into homeschooling my children.
Anyway, I ended up dropping them off a half hour early. And then I turned on MY iPod and drove home with Enya.