Seems like a good idea.

Quickly you gather up your keys, phone, billfold, and tuck some cash in your bra just in case. You also toss the makeup kit that was sitting on the sink into a plastic bag and head out. On your way down the elevator of your apartment building you take note that you started on the fifth floor. Hitting the button on the key fob, noting that your car must have keyless entry, you get your car to beep so you can find it. “Cool.” You say as you see a rather interesting dark metallic orange Hyundai i20 coupe. Hopping in you find a manual transmission, but as if you had done it a hundred times before you stomp down on the clutch, push the start button, and head out.

Zipping through the tight streets is bit frightening and exciting at the same time and your little sporty car seems perfect for the task as you guide it around the city. Soon you find yourself at what appears to be the party, as people in costume are milling about, but you have to admit you weren’t expecting it to be in an old warehouse. “Well this is creepy.” You say as you climb out of the car. With no pockets or a purse you are pleased that your key fob is on a lanyard and wear it like a necklace, the fob out of sight under your top.

“Looking good babe!” Someone yells at you followed by someone barking. Just then it dawns on you that he said that in French, yet you basically instantly translated it into English.

You blow him a kiss and now can’t stop smiling. “Hmm, go in or head out?” You ask the night air.