current state of mind: quiet
All you're giving me is fiction
I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks
“Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees
I celebrated Memorial Day with Girl Twin, her bestie (GTBFF), Boy Twin, and some of his baseball peeps. What better way to celebrate than spending the day at a waterpark?!? Boy Twin and his friends were supposed to meet us girls at the park around 11am. At 10:45a, I parked Lucius in the NRH20 parking lot and had the girls help me throw things into the trunk so that nothing was left in the passenger area of the car. I rolled the windows down enough to allow some air circulation, grabbed my bag, and locked the doors. As soon as I shut the trunk I knew that something had gone terribly wrong. I dropped an expletive, much to the amusement of both girls. Girl Twin asked what was wrong and all I could do was point to my car keys, lying on the driver’s seat of the car.
I told GTBFF to put her skinny arm through the cracked window to see if she could unlock the door. She couldn’t. Neither could Girl Twin. Bloody Hell! It was at this point that a Good Samaritan stopped by to assist. He phoned his buddy who was almost inside the park to come back and help us. They were not really much help. We thanked them for trying and sent them away. I looked around the parking lot and noticed that there were some thin tree branches in the field at the end of the parking lot. I sent Girl Twin over to procure a sturdy one that we could use to “play Survivor”. Of course, the girls were laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Still, Girl Twin found two and brought them back. They were pretty flimsy sticks – but beggars cannot be choosers.
First, we attempted to press the unlock button with the sticks; but they were not strong enough for that. Then I decided to use the sticks to hook the keys. Thank goodness I have so many key chains. Though I almost lost the stick through the window twice, eventually I was able to hook the flash drive on my key chain and slowly drag the keys up the car seat. I told GTBFF to slide her arm through the back window and try to grab the keys. She was successful and once the keys were pulled from the vehicle we did a celebratory dance and gave high fives all around. Yes, the “high-five hater” enthusiastically participated in a frenzy of high fives. It was an amazing moment of solidarity, girl power, and disbelief. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to feel like the winner of a reality show!
Now, a week later, I am back in Omaha and missing my Texas family. My departure from the Lone Star State was a little abrupt; as I left a day earlier than expected. Sometimes we need to follow our self-preservation instincts. Mine clearly said that it was time to get in my car and drive. So I did. I didn’t drive as far or for as long as Jim Nasche in “Music of Chance”; but the sentiment was the same.
PERSONAL NOTE: Looking forward to dinner on Wednesday and girl time!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I’m not like you. Not this time. Not anymore.