You leave work on a Friday afternoon and people look at you funny because you're wearing shorts despite the fact that it's 66 degrees and cloudy outside.
You stop for gas and a bottle of water, then decide that some fast food would be good too. You're in such a hurry that you don't even mind that they forget to give you your Diet Coke.
You pop in your Aqua CD, something you do everytime you start a road trip, because it always leaves you in a good mood. You make amazing time until you hit Ontario.
You do not stop at Victoria Gardens to shop at the biggest mall ever, and you speed past all the Coach outlet stores because your fiance may kill you for spending $100+ for a purse right now.
You will constantly watch your car's temperature gauge because you will refuse to turn off you air conditioning when the signs tell you to.
You will ponder things, like the fact that you never truly forgave your ex and you never forgave your father and you will somehow have to figure out a way to do that.
You will go over details of your wedding plans in your head and you will start to miss your fiance even though you've been away from home for a whole 2 hours.
You will pass the exit to the freeway that you took to see your father five years ago, and you will remember how strange it was to sit across from him that afternoon.
You will take pictures with your digital camera because you will find yourself falling in love with the desert and how vast it is.
You'll find yourself thinking that the mountains look like paintings and that the only other thing that feels this big and open and neverending is the ocean.
You'll stop to use the bathroom and grab some snacks, but you won't have to stop for gas, and you will once again think about what a good investment your little Civic was.
But most of all, you'll reaquaint yourself with...yourself. You'll remember all the other trips you've taken in that same car, all those other times you sang out loud and yelled at the talk radio hosts. And you'll smile and sigh with relief when you get to your destination, twenty minutes away from The Strip.
And you'll call your fiance and your friend and let them know you got there safely, that the desert hasn't beaten you yet.
It'll be a good weekend.
You stop for gas and a bottle of water, then decide that some fast food would be good too. You're in such a hurry that you don't even mind that they forget to give you your Diet Coke.
You pop in your Aqua CD, something you do everytime you start a road trip, because it always leaves you in a good mood. You make amazing time until you hit Ontario.
You do not stop at Victoria Gardens to shop at the biggest mall ever, and you speed past all the Coach outlet stores because your fiance may kill you for spending $100+ for a purse right now.
You will constantly watch your car's temperature gauge because you will refuse to turn off you air conditioning when the signs tell you to.
You will ponder things, like the fact that you never truly forgave your ex and you never forgave your father and you will somehow have to figure out a way to do that.
You will go over details of your wedding plans in your head and you will start to miss your fiance even though you've been away from home for a whole 2 hours.
You will pass the exit to the freeway that you took to see your father five years ago, and you will remember how strange it was to sit across from him that afternoon.
You will take pictures with your digital camera because you will find yourself falling in love with the desert and how vast it is.
You'll find yourself thinking that the mountains look like paintings and that the only other thing that feels this big and open and neverending is the ocean.
You'll stop to use the bathroom and grab some snacks, but you won't have to stop for gas, and you will once again think about what a good investment your little Civic was.
But most of all, you'll reaquaint yourself with...yourself. You'll remember all the other trips you've taken in that same car, all those other times you sang out loud and yelled at the talk radio hosts. And you'll smile and sigh with relief when you get to your destination, twenty minutes away from The Strip.
And you'll call your fiance and your friend and let them know you got there safely, that the desert hasn't beaten you yet.
It'll be a good weekend.
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