YOSEMITE
It all started with a kind proposal.
On one fine Tuesday, I was facetiming little miss lady while she, unbeknownst to me, was rolling two joints for us to smoke in the near future... more specifically later that night. I had asked her if she would like to go to Yosemite with me, and she slowly replied saying she’d think about it. The pause in her answer was due to the idea restlessly sitting in her head, because she had just asked her mother if they could go to Ikea on Saturday. She wanted to go as a little family adventure to get things she needed to fluff her new triple dorm to make it feel as though she wants to be there. But there the idea stood, perched in the front of her mind. We continued to Facetime and eventually, she got me to drive halfway to go see her. We met in the heart of Orinda, parking in a lonesome parking lot. She asked me to fill her in on more detailed logistics of the trip. While explaining to her that my cousin invited me on a trip to our family’s cabin in the woods of Yosemite, she nodded off. Her head, filled with fantasies of road trips, exploded with the urge to scream yes. However, she didn’t say anything greater than, “I need to think about it.” The week progressed and we hung out the next day, Wednesday, and she still didn’t say anything about the trip. Instead of asking her again about the trip, I knew she would communicate with me whether or not she wanted to go. Thursday snuck up on us, we didn't talk to the whole day. Even though she had texted me later that night when she had finished her homework thinking her untouched phone would have a missed Facetime call from neighbor boi. However nothing in her late night text “howdy there” entailed that she wanted to go, so I had to think about what I was to do to get there. The next morning I woke up at 3am, drove into the city while the owls were still out finding their dinner. I pulled into the garage and went to work. I tirelessly changed the tires, carefully changed the oil, and made sure my red wagon wasn't too much of a death trap. I continued to work on several other cars throughout the day, just waiting and itching to get out of the city into the forest. The clock even seemed to have slowed down, and taunt me with its constant ticking. Finally, the clock struck 5:00pm and the smile that hid behind the daunting feeling of pressure began to curl up on my lips. I drove out of the city, headed home to get some last things, and to make sure I packed everything. She hadn't said anything. It was now Friday and this girl has not said anything. What was I suppose to think? So after visiting the local Target, I took off. But I guess not without texting her "howdddily howdy neighbor"
On one fine Tuesday, I was facetiming little miss lady while she, unbeknownst to me, was rolling two joints for us to smoke in the near future... more specifically later that night. I had asked her if she would like to go to Yosemite with me, and she slowly replied saying she’d think about it. The pause in her answer was due to the idea restlessly sitting in her head, because she had just asked her mother if they could go to Ikea on Saturday. She wanted to go as a little family adventure to get things she needed to fluff her new triple dorm to make it feel as though she wants to be there. But there the idea stood, perched in the front of her mind. We continued to Facetime and eventually, she got me to drive halfway to go see her. We met in the heart of Orinda, parking in a lonesome parking lot. She asked me to fill her in on more detailed logistics of the trip. While explaining to her that my cousin invited me on a trip to our family’s cabin in the woods of Yosemite, she nodded off. Her head, filled with fantasies of road trips, exploded with the urge to scream yes. However, she didn’t say anything greater than, “I need to think about it.” The week progressed and we hung out the next day, Wednesday, and she still didn’t say anything about the trip. Instead of asking her again about the trip, I knew she would communicate with me whether or not she wanted to go. Thursday snuck up on us, we didn't talk to the whole day. Even though she had texted me later that night when she had finished her homework thinking her untouched phone would have a missed Facetime call from neighbor boi. However nothing in her late night text “howdy there” entailed that she wanted to go, so I had to think about what I was to do to get there. The next morning I woke up at 3am, drove into the city while the owls were still out finding their dinner. I pulled into the garage and went to work. I tirelessly changed the tires, carefully changed the oil, and made sure my red wagon wasn't too much of a death trap. I continued to work on several other cars throughout the day, just waiting and itching to get out of the city into the forest. The clock even seemed to have slowed down, and taunt me with its constant ticking. Finally, the clock struck 5:00pm and the smile that hid behind the daunting feeling of pressure began to curl up on my lips. I drove out of the city, headed home to get some last things, and to make sure I packed everything. She hadn't said anything. It was now Friday and this girl has not said anything. What was I suppose to think? So after visiting the local Target, I took off. But I guess not without texting her "howdddily howdy neighbor"
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