Here comes Ely

This morning was rush hour for both me and the chef. We've never really dressed up together for work, but then again, we weren't going to work anyway-- not until we finalised the contract signing with RACV. For weeks now, the chef had been keeping things under his nose-- and almost unbeknownst to me-- with the purchase of this car. Well, I did have a fair idea what we were buying, but the final result after the alterations and heaven knows what else, was going to be a surprise. Or a shock? Hehehe.

When I arrived home from work, the old car-- rather, the first car was parked at the port. Hmm, so things must have gone as he planned. It was almost 10pm when finally he arrived from his second job, coming home from which he'd usually be dragging his bag behind him and his tongue draped to his chin as if he just crossed the Sahara. But tonight, he looked like a kid with a new toy. Or, isn't that what it is?

"Wanna go out for a ride?" sounded like being asked on a first date. I wish he'd ask "What's for dinner?" with all that enthusiasm in his voice.

But nope. So anyway, I was carried away at the moment. The ride wasn't so bad, but my hands firmly gripped at my seat and the door at every pull of centrifugal force. Okay, okay. This is just something I had to get used to again. 4WDs are familiar to me, except that we didn't have them this tall, and we drove them in the country. As we reached the petrol station for its first official fill, he asked me to come out and behold its grandeur from the outside under the bright lights. I looked outside my window and a normal car had just parked beside ours. Looking down, I noticed the person in the other car was, what else, looking up. That felt good... somehow.

One thing I regret not having done during my trip to Sri Lanka, was riding an elephant. I guess, this must be the closest thing to it I'll get to for now. Then, ding! Like a lightbulb lit, I thought I'd give the new car a name that befits her: Ely.

Welcome home, Ely.