I love the Fast and the Furious movies. You know, the ones with the gorgeous Paul Walker? So when Coach Jax emailed the team for a couple of volunteers to drive fancy cars for money, I was like sign me up. I mean, what else would I want to be doing on a Wednesday night?
At first I was all for it, until Coach Jax said that the required uniform would be a white button up… which I actually had for catering this summer, but decided not to bring with me to school. So as I was in class, I desperately asked my friends if they had a white button up shirt. NO ONE DID. I guess it’s not part of today's fashion scene. So in my desperate panic not to let Coach Jax down, I asked my best friend if her boyfriend had one. Luckily, he did have a white polo, which was acceptable. Close call Margaret.
So when I was finally ready, the girls picked me up and the experience of a life time began. There were two groups: one went to a different function at the Phillips Collection, and my group, Holly Janicki, Kerri Confrey, Karlyn Dixon, and Claire McEvily, went to the National Building Museum. The function there had to do with hotel donors or something. When we arrived around 5:30, we weren’t really sure who we were looking for. The first man we met was J.P. At first it seemed he didn’t really want us there, however, later we found out that was pretty much his personality. J.P. was the person who gave us our delightful outfits: beautiful blue and black vests with adorable black ties. Thank God the ties were already tied because really how many teenager girls know how to secure ties.
After we transformed into little valets, J.P. showed us where the lot was where we would be parking the cars- about eight blocks away in a very busy area. My biggest fear was getting lost in a very expensive car. Well, that and crashing a car or having to parallel park. However, J.P. ensured me that it was the easiest place to find, and that I would be a complete idiot if I got lost. Don’t worry I didn’t get lost. From the parking lot, the valets were to take a shuttle back to the event.
So as we were the first people there and knew where the lot was, we got to drive the first batch of cars. Within this batch of cars was a B-E-A-T-I-F-U-L, black jaguar, which I got to drive. Oh wait no….. I didn’t…because I had no idea where the stick shift was. How was I supposed to know that cars were able to hide their stick shifts in the dashboard? So that was the first fail of the night for me. Besides that one gorgeous car, there weren’t any outrageously expensive cars, there were lots of BMW’s, Mercedes and others like that. Sickkkkk.
After about an hour and a half of driving cars, it was break time. We had a break for about almost two hours. This is when we went to go get food at Chipolte and Chop’t, because we were right by Chinatown. Some of us even bravely attempted to do homework.
At about 9:00 we headed back to the function. Here Holly, Kerri, and I were assigned to collect the guests’ tickets (J.P. explained that the guests would rather see young, smiling, girl basketball players’ faces than old, grumpy men’s faces coming out of the function). Since there were almost 200 cars and only about 25 valets, the wait for a car was quite long. Many of the people complained, however, others decided to talk to us and see why such young girls were working as valets. After all the cars were returned to their owner, and the rest of the guests were safely placed in cabs, it was time to receive our TIPS. Don’t get to excited, we only made eight dollars a person, unlike the other group who made twenty bucks apiece. They also the Real Housewives of D.C. at their function!!
All the workers were really nice and we were known as “The Basketball Team.” Every time there was a moment of rest, the people would ask about our team, our positions, and are opponents. It was really fun to be the center of attention.
Although I didn’t get to drive that black sleek Jaguar or get to see the Real Desperate Housewives of D.C., I still had a wicked good time driving cars for money!
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