| One thing I've learned about college students and always known is that they hate being passed on the freeway. I was speeding through a rural part of the country in the back seat on quest of an amusement park with some of the coolest sorority girls around my bestie. It was an eventful day. While at a pitstop at Sonic a carhop informed me that her manager thought “I was the cutest thing around.” Which is not saying much in a town of 50 people. I told a former friend that “he really should get rid of his beard, because he looked awful with it.” I meant this in as loving a way as you can make a bitchy comment. In other news I came to the realization that I am my mother. |  |
We rode the roller coasters. I kept my eyes open and even managed to put my hands in the air on the slopes. There were a lot of three pronged groups. Two boys and a girl/Two girls and a boy. All in heterosexual relationships with the trailing third wheel friend who was obvi in love with their best friend's boyfriend. Everyone knew she wrote his name down in her notebook, but they just pretended to ignore it. Anyway I'm the third wheeling friend.
We got back that night at 2:30 in the morning. I had Taco Bell for the first time that I can only describe as an “EXPERIENCE” and I found out that there are worse ways to spend a moonlit Saturday night.
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