Sisterhood of the Moonlight Drive

Want to join?Tonight I felt a lot like Bridget in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (which by the way was one of my favorite reads this summer). Many of you might be thinking, "Oh Julie... You WOULD love that book and the movie to boot!" And well... you know what, I DO! I have come to find that one of my very favorite words in the entire English language is pants. I think it is a wonderful word and it makes me giggle at its every utterance, especially when it is spoken with a British accent. This summer I laughed out loud during FOB as I voraciously read through the intro to this tale of sorority. Here is an inspiring excerpt from that very segment...

They were noble pants, but unassuming. you could glance over them and just

think, "Okay, pants," or you could stop and really look at the beautiful

complexity of colors and seams. They don't force you to admire them. They are

happy just doing their basic job of covering your butt without making it

look fatter than it actually is.

Now if that doesn't light your fire, then your wood must be wet! Well, anyways now that I have gone off on how much I loved the cheesiest book on earth, back to my original point... Tonight I felt a lot like Bridget! She was the one with the rebellious free spirit who went to soccer camp in Mexico. She could not be kept indoors, escaping her cabin every night to sleep on the beach under the starry sky.

As I drove home tonight with my sunroof (or should I call it my moon roof) open, the light of the beautiful full moon flooded my car and lit the open country road so that one could possibly drive without headlights. The moon rays tickled my cheeks as I sang at the top of my lungs to the blaring country music. It was a true experience of wonder as Austin Sailsbury would explain it. The music and the light made me drunk with wonder, soaking up every last bit. Yet, as much as I was enjoying myself, I began to dread pulling into the driveway and having to go inside. I wanted to spend the night on the hood of my car basking in the magical glow. But here I am inside, sitting in front of the humming, mechanical computer about to sleep in my own bed. I crave to live the life of adventure that Bridget did. And one day I will!