Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I was on the phone last night with an old friend and he reminded me of this story.
Thought I would share...
When I was in college I got this wild hair one school break to move from Tallahassee to Gainesville. The plan was to move in with three of my best friends from high school and make a fresh start (as the only thing I was accomplishing in Tallahassee was my drinking tolerance).
So I packed up my shit, had a friend drive me down and help me move in. Being that it was a school break, my girlfriends were home visiting their families. So I just unloaded my shit and decided to go back to Tallahassee to say my goodbyes over the course of the weekend.
After many drinks and many tears I decided I didn't want to leave.
I awoke on Sunday and called this guy I worked with (the friend who I spoke with last night) and asked if he had plans for the day.
His response: "No, What's up?"
Mine: "Can you drive me to Gainesville and help me get my shit? I don't want to move."
So, we head down to Gator Country in his truck to load up.
Packed and ready to go we are unable to open both driver and passenger doors to get inside. I would like to think he was distracted by my beauty while tying my mattress down, but I'm pretty sure he just wanted to get me, my shit and himself home.
He tied the fucking doors shut!
We laughed! And laughed!! And laughed!!!
He felt like an idiot. I never knew this until last night, as he looked at this field trip as an opportunity to get to know me. We retied the mattress and we were on our way.
A couple of miles into the trip, my mattress flew off the back of the truck and into the middle of I-75! HOLY SHIT! We could have killed someone! And he most certainly could have been killed trying to retrieve it from the interstate! And why did I really need that dirty mattress?
But he got it, he retied it, we laughed some more (actually the whole way home) and then we got some beer.
After that field trip we ended up dating.
Most likely cuz we laughed so much (and y'all know how much I love silliness). Or maybe cuz he was really cute. Or maybe cuz he was in a band (and wrote a song about me). Or maybe a lot of other reasons...
Anyhow, during our conversation last night he was saying how he tells this story all the time... And to this day apparently still feels like an idiot. On the other hand...I forgot about the whole thing! Guess I killed those brain cells when I got back to Tallahassee.
I said "If we just would have gotten into your truck Dukes of Hazard style we would have made it."
And we laughed again.