Randomness
So last night, after watching Heroes, I get a call from my friend, saying let’s hang out. I do to her dorm, and I’m like what should we do. We agree to get food, and I say, “lets get pie”. Now by this point it’s ten at night, so we agree the only course of action is to go to one of those all night diners. The only one we know of is way out on the outskirts of the city.
My friend, Sue, says, “hey Ben lives out there.”
To which I respond, “Let’s go kidnap him then and take him with us.”
So we drive outside the city to where Ben lives, I call him, and say “come outside.” He does and I say, “get in the car”
To which he responds, “can I put shoes on first.” So he goes inside and puts on shoes, and then he gets in the car and we go to a diner to get pie. Ben gets lemon flavored.
So at about eleven we leave the diner, and there’s nothing to do. So someone suggests we should go on a road trip.
“What now, where?” someone asks
“Why not?”
So going nowhere in particular we head off down a back road and pick a destination off a sign, a tiny town in the middle of nowhere about a 100 miles out. So we’re driving at night through the desert, in the middle of nowhere, talking about serial killers and urban legends because driving down a dark road in the middle of nowhere requires that we discuss scary things.
By the time we get to the town, we need gas. It’s one of those really old, really small towns, and it’s pitch-black as we drive down the road, looking for the gas station. We find a station, and there’s one loan pump. The driver gets out, and gets gas, while we discuss the legend of the man with the hook for a hand.
We then drive back home, and I arrive at my dorm at an early hour of the morning, with no idea why we just did that. I love it though, because it’s the essence of being a college kid, just doing something for the sake of doing it, because you want to, because it doesn’t make a lick of sense.
My friend, Sue, says, “hey Ben lives out there.”
To which I respond, “Let’s go kidnap him then and take him with us.”
So we drive outside the city to where Ben lives, I call him, and say “come outside.” He does and I say, “get in the car”
To which he responds, “can I put shoes on first.” So he goes inside and puts on shoes, and then he gets in the car and we go to a diner to get pie. Ben gets lemon flavored.
So at about eleven we leave the diner, and there’s nothing to do. So someone suggests we should go on a road trip.
“What now, where?” someone asks
“Why not?”
So going nowhere in particular we head off down a back road and pick a destination off a sign, a tiny town in the middle of nowhere about a 100 miles out. So we’re driving at night through the desert, in the middle of nowhere, talking about serial killers and urban legends because driving down a dark road in the middle of nowhere requires that we discuss scary things.
By the time we get to the town, we need gas. It’s one of those really old, really small towns, and it’s pitch-black as we drive down the road, looking for the gas station. We find a station, and there’s one loan pump. The driver gets out, and gets gas, while we discuss the legend of the man with the hook for a hand.
We then drive back home, and I arrive at my dorm at an early hour of the morning, with no idea why we just did that. I love it though, because it’s the essence of being a college kid, just doing something for the sake of doing it, because you want to, because it doesn’t make a lick of sense.