If you missed part one of this tale, read WVW: What Julia Wore. It is a prerequisite.
Now on to the luck of The Julia Dress.
The dress arrived midweek. I donned it on Friday, bright and early to take my car to the dealership for some TLC. The dress is comfy, and I must admit there was already a spring in my step because it was cute on and it held such a good vibe for me. To the dealership I embarked. Upon arrival, I was told my car should be ready within 45 minutes. Cool. I’ll wait. My dealership has wi-fi so I worked from there, no problem.
Four hours and four decafs later, I’m still sitting in the customer lounge. But I’m in a good mood. ‘Cause I didn’t eat a single one of the freebie Krispy Kreme doughnuts, I’m wearing my Julia dress, and all of you, my lovelies, are showing some serious love for my Friend Friday: Blogger Jealousy post, here and on Twitter. So I’m not a total dork. I’m a happy girl.
The service guy comes out and tells me they’ve completed the repair, but some residual knocks and lights are happening. They really need to keep the car longer, but why don’t I take a loaner, and no worries if I can’t get it back today. Yeah, that’s good for me, I think, since I haven’t eaten brekky or lunch, and I’m recalling the last loaner I had, and it was good. And all this repairing is transpiring while under warranty—huge bonus—this is not cutting into my shoe budget. I pack up my laptop and toddle over to the loaner guy and give him my license.
“You got anything fun?” I ask.
“No, just 328s.”
“Aw, ’cause last time I got a Z and it was so fun,” I reply.
“Well, one just came in,” he says. “But I don’t know what condition it’s in.”
“Hey, a little dirt never hurt me.” (And it never hurts to ask, I think.)
Loaner guy exits. He comes back, nods, escorts me out.
Yeah, BABY! This is my loaner. On a sunny Friday afternoon. (And remember the no worries if I can’t get it back?) Oh, you can bet your sweet ass I can’t get it back tonight!
So off I go, top dropped. Breaking the no sun rule a little bit. I get back home and discover three packages have arrived in the mail for me. Goodies…it looks like a mess, but I’m in bliss. My BCBG bling has arrived. My leopard bag from Topshop has arrived. There’s a new Nordys catalog. And a package from another far-flung bloggerista has arrived—phat tracks on three CDs and the cutest little nail decals—thank you kindly, Ms. Brit Greek.
Ooh Wee, the tracks from Ms. Brit are hot! Perfect timing, too. I throw my hair up and sunnies on, and pump the music with the top down. The night ends with a wedge salad (my fave), smoked salmon, a round of drinks on the house at a favorite local haunt, then a Kir Royale, and the world’s best (gourmet) banana cream pie. Wished I could have kept this little fun machine for one more day, but after driving it and discovering my car actually spanks it in speed (I’m a girl who likes to drive faaaaasst), well, that was the cherry on my banana cream pie.
I don’t know what I did to deserve a day like that, but God, Julia, Ms. Brit, and BMW—thank you from the bottom of my heart.