Saturday, February 21, 2015

Into the Memory Jar

Up late tonight spectating friends playing Magic. All we have learned is that Esper Delve loses to U-Tron and goes 50-50 with Muggle Wizards.

Had a weird dream a couple nights ago that was an alternate past. It was kind of interesting and reminded me of a story that I don't think I've posted.

For my 21st birthday a couple friends and I drove down to Orlando. The three of us powered through it in a single sitting. Leaving at 9am (early for us), we actually got in at 2am the next morning. I was really inexperienced at driving long distances(we all were). We rotated drivers every two hours and yelled the name of each state out the window as we entered them. Classic high-school stuff.

A couple days in Orlando, we decided that we wanted to go to the beach. I drove the 2 hours to Tampa. This was before I had my smartphone, so I had printed out directions and had my copilot telling me when to turn. Low-tech, but it worked.

In the actual story, we had a fun time at the beach, then piled in my car to head home. My co-pilot had placed the directions on the dashboard as he dried his hair. I put down the windows so that I could have the wind through my hair to help it dry. This is one of my favorite things to do when my hair is long. Our first turn was around a circle, and I took it a little faster than I should have. As we spun around, the directions flew off the dashboard and though the window. We all had a "well, that happened" moment, and I followed the signs and roads I remembered back to Orlando. I played it off like I was glad to be on an adventure (and part of me was), but I was secretly terrified that we would get lost.

In the dream version, we actually did get lost. We end up driving all over the state and my friends and I end up spending the entire day trying to get home. It was like a much lamer version of Harold and Kumar go to White Castle.

I hadn't remembered that trip in a while, so it was kind of strange that it popped up. Good times nonetheless.

No comments:

Post a Comment