For the Books

I promised you more stories. And this is how it went down.

It started when we were sitting on the couch together, musing over the downright abundance of days we had (five!) And suddenly, we got that itch.  But it was really a little unreasonable. Less than realistic. Irresponsible, even. But that didn’t really matter much.

“Let’s go somewhere.” Like TCBY?


“I’m not sure. Anywhere, really. We could just take a trip.” Oh! That kind of somewhere. That kind of decision needs some serious thought.

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

As it turns out, neither of our strong points are realism. At least not where road trips are concerned.

We had 21 hours before I had to be at a desk, and about that many dollars to spend, but that didn’t matter. So we drove until we were someplace we’d never been. And friends, we picked the perfect place.

Like I said, we are still poor college students, so our goal was simply taking in the beauty that the city had to offer. And I think we did a wonderful job of doing just that.

Of course, we did require some funds. For proper nourishment, you see.

Our mothers would be proud.

I know what you’re thinking: what did you do besides self-time pictures in front of nature scenes? Well, I’m not sure exactly. We didn’t buy any souvenirs or go to any amusement places or see any shows. We didn’t have an itinerary or a guide book or a map. On second thought, a map might have been handy, actually. But what I’m telling you is that we didn’t do anything, but that day turned out to be one of the best days I’ve ever had. In my whole life.

It just seemed that there was always something wonderful following the last something wonderful: A best friend, music, an iced coffee, dancing, a bagel, a free salad, a river, a walk, a couple of old friends on a bench, an adventure.

Main Street, a fountain, ice cream cones, the Art District, a coffee shop, Starry Night on the ceiling, a longer walk, a bridge, flowers, a smoothie, a whim, a ferry, a sunset, Starbucks, a positively breathtaking view.

Laughter, Chick-Fil-A, conversation, more friends, stargazing, a waffle, a joke, an early morning. See? It was everything. And it was so. much. fun.

But most importantly, it was me and one of the best people I’ve ever known. In my whole life.

Hey, Jane? Let’s do it again.


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