Becca is here for the weekend. I feel like I've got little rivulets of joy and contentment just splashing off of me--that's how much more complete my life is when she's around.
We dragged a heap of mattresses out into the living room of Poplar 8, the night she got here, and a handful of us crashed there with the remnants of our late-night, spur-of-the-moment Sonic run scattered around us in easy reach. Food is good. Food with friends is glorious.
Actually, not all of it made it home. I had front seat and Cassie was driving, and I had the marinara in one hand, my drink in the other, and the mozarella sticks sort of wedged between my arm and my chest. All of a sudden, as we're talking about what fun we have when we never plan anything but just make it up as we go--Annalisa decides to prove our collective point by screaming, "Turn here! Quick!" Which Cassie did. The whole car shrieks, everything shifts, tires squeal, and my mozarella sticks fly out of the box to disappear into the dark oblivion of the car. Everybody is laughing and screaming and I'm yelling, "Where are my cheese sticks? What just happened? Where are my cheese sticks?"
We never did find them all. I'm convinced of it.
I forget sometimes just how much fun college is.
3 comments:
I forget, too, sometimes. But then I remember, and it really was so good. Keep enjoying losing those cheese sticks. Because really, you'll never lose them all. (And you'll always be finding them, too.)
My honest first reaction: "BUT THERE ARE ONLY FIVE!"
My better reaction: That sounds like hilarious fun. :-)
see now, I'm biased. I LOVE cheese sticks lol, so losing cheese sticks is like, a criminal offense lol. ok not really, but I would have been bummed :P
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