Big Yellow AMAZING Taxi

So.

On Friday I spent 9 hours with Leah, who recently had horrible surgery and is pretty much laid up until her new bionic knee thinks it can do bionic things.

Which will hopefully be soon.

But staying as late as I did meant cabbing it home - though we don't live very far from each other, it was late, dark and a little creepy (because I am paranoid). And since I don't live very far away, the cab fare was cheap.

So I hailed a cab.

I got in, looked out the window, and as we started driving down the deserted streets thanked the gods I had decided to shell out because I could imagine myself jogging down a ritzy suburban street at 2am screaming AHHHHHHHHH RAPIST! when it was really just a wayward garbage can. We cruised along, and I recognized the strains of Bon Jovi coming off the radio. I smiled to myself, NOW thanking the gods I wasn't in any way inebriated because I would (as Becca and some cabbie in Chicago know all to well) easily join in. But still, I looked up ahead to see what radio station he was playing.

And saw the karaoke screen.

I mean - KARAOKE!! SCREEN!! THE DUDE HAD A KARAOKE MACHINE IN HIS CAR! AND IT WAS PLAYING BON JOVI!! I thought for a second we had crashed and I was in heaven. I looked around for the keg of champagne and naked Jake Gyllenhaals, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead my cabbie was smiling tentatively at me, holding the microphone out to me.

Oh. My. God.

I was so happy. SO HAPPY! I shook my head and told him I didn't want to sing, but he was happy to oblige and started singing. We hit my apartment, but sat there in the parking lot as he serenaded me with, "Bed of Roses".

Amazing.

I tipped him extraordinarily well, got his number for the next time I'm drunk and need a Bon Jovi cab ride. I skipped out of the car, not having been as pleased about an expenditure since I bought my first Obama button. I pocketed the number, then thought better of it and stuck it in my wallet next to my credit card so that my drunk ass will be able to find it easily. Cause I mean, what better way to travel than by singing "Living on a Prayer" in the back of a cab?