March 16, 2005 - 9:37 p.m.
My cat just licked my nose. She must love me today. She's probably just thanking me for finally turning the heat down in the apartment. It actually required wearing oven mitts to turn the valve down on the radiator. That's how freaking hot it was.
My coworker gave me a ride home from the movie screening at Tufts. It is a lot of fun to drive around the ultra sharp Storrow Drive Fenway exit at 65 mph in his Porsche Carrera.
I remember when I was 21 and graduating from college. I told myself I would get some bad ass Wall Street job, make six figures and drive a Porsche Carrera.
My first job out of college did not make six figures and I did not drive a Porsche Carrera. Instead, I drove a Honda Civic to work and had a red toy Carrera sitting on my desk at my five figure paying job.
A woman at work had said to me, "Good for you! One day you'll get that Porsche. When I was young like you, I wanted this Mercedes so badly. Well, I worked my butt off and now I have it!"
The funny part about her story was that her husband had bought her the Mercedes as a birthday present. I guess working her "butt off" really entailed finding a mate with a lot of dough.
I guess that's not so bad of a plan afterall.
