The first time my husband invited me to one of his car club events was soon after we had started dating. Husband is the proud owner of a Hillman Imp. Which I’m pretty sure you’ve never heard of, but it looks like this-
The car club event was the annual Christmas party and for some reason I thought it was going to be like this:
But…my general impression was more this:
This past Saturday morning Husband thought it would be good for me to get out of the house. Since the miscarriage I have been unable and also unwilling to socialize with close friends or family, but for some reason it’s easier when people don’t know or don’t know me well , i.e. going to the Taylor Anderson Story Film Screening.
His Club was having their annual drive and Mexican Fiesta. Now don’t get it twisted, I LOVE my husband and I love that he has hobbies and interests but the average age of the car club members (if you take us out of the calculation) is like, 70. So I wasn’t exactly thrilled to be going. But I was assured there would be wine(that’s how all Husband’s bribes start with me, “There’ll be booze!) and he has been BEYOND wonderful to me so I sucked it up and said, “Sure”.
Turned out to be a good idea actually (you can read more about the emotional side on mom.me in my column about conceiving called The Conception Diaries). We arrived promptly at 9:00 AM at the host’s house for the drive. Husband was adamant about being on time; I didn’t even get to eat breakfast because, “WE CANNOT BE LATE. These people are old, they will be on time, they’ve been up for like four hours already.” I got into the party mood by wearing this hat:
We couldn’t actually drive the Imp because it was way too hot for it’s “health” and the route for the drive was too mountainous. But we were happy enough in Husband’s “Hello Ladies” ride:
But I have to admit, these oldsters:
Had some sweet roadsters:
The drive was a delight featured here for 6 seconds for your viewing pleasure. We took the Peak to Peak highway to Golden Gate Canyon and stopped in Nederland at the Blue Owl before heading back for the Mexican Fiesta.
As for the following fiesta, well I felt weird about taking out my iPhone in that crowd(didn’t want them to burn me as a witch**) so I didn’t take any pictures, and it felt like I had to pay a lot of attention to be polite, like being at your grandparents house if you know what I mean. Food was hell of good tho’, posole, green chile, enchiladas, tostadas with all the fixins… followed by several crazy delicious pies. The hostess had like 5 crock pots going. And they were all hers. That’s a lot of crock.
I’m not into cars, but I’m into my husband and I’m glad he got to enjoy his old crew and love on their cars. There is however, one car that my father-in-law had a couple years back that I did dig…he has since sold it, but let it live on in this picture and our memories.
*Husband was pissed that I made the mistake of calling it a 96 BMW and I had to edit this post.
**That is a joke, cuz they were so old. But I don’t want to be mean, everyone was super nice and I’m glad modern technology allows them all to get so many surgeries. That they talked about.