Swishy, it's funny you should ask about who has ridden in a limo before. The other night DH Noel and I went to a wedding in Central Park, and when we were ready to go, their driver took us to the subway station in a limo. When we got in Noel said to me, "Honey, have you ever been in a limo before?" I looked at him for a minute and then said, "Yeah, we rode back to our hotel in one after our wedding." Hee hee
I've also been in limos on other occasions: My first New Year's Eve after I turned 21, my Dad hired a limo to drive us around Lake Tahoe and Reno with my stepmother and a bunch of their friends. We drank ourselves silly and barhopped all over town and eventually ended up at the Peppermill for breakfast at about 4am. That was a great night. Another occasion was the closing night of a production of SOUND OF MUSIC. The producers sent limos to pick us up at the stage door and take us to the airport, where we flew home.
Living in New York, though, we see limos driving around so often that by this time I've learned that 9 times out of 10, it's probably nobody more famous than a bunch of bachelorette party-goers.
So what happened to karma?