I'm sitting in my car, Lou - the new radio guy for the morning show - is playing great tunes that put you in a good mood, and drowns off the annoying sound of his ditsy co-host.
The sun is shining nicely at a perfect angle , it's not in your face but you can feel its positive vibe. I can feel it reflecting that golden glow of my freshly washed and semi-straightened hair.
I look over to the side, and i see the pyramids. A majestic sight that is still breath taking for the millionth time. It makes me smile.
I remember something; i missed the Giselle Buenchen billboard on the highway. My daily ritual of envious glares at Giselle's long thin arms, perfect hair and flawless skin has been interrupted today. This must be a good sign. I feel guilty about postponing my gym membership, the fact that i only had an omlet yesterday provides little consolation...and there we go: good sign is gone. Damn you Giselle!
Giselle happens to be the ex-girlfriend of Leonardo DiCaprio, who, since the Departed and Blood Diamond, has finally managed to sever his ties with Titanic in my mind and therefore been appointed as default male in any dream or fantasy, filling in for when a real person decides to walz in. Leo's been filling in for a while...
One more reason to shout " why god why" every time i see Giselle's billboard.
The traffic slows, then picks up again, then slows down. There's an air of sad resignation to the injustice of the cruel cairo roads. It's been 7 months of construction, the phases of grief have passed and now hover around the sad and miserable phase of acceptance. No honks, no shouts just cheeks resting on hands, long pensive thoughts and deep patient sighs of resignation.
Alanis blasts through the radio with one hand in her pocket. Singing along, i reach my destination.
It's going to be a good day.
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