it was a very weird feeling, when i packed a bag, put it in the car, and drove myself to somewhere that i’ve never been. it was kind of like a deja vu moment.
it reminded me of when i drove to sheridan, wyoming. same thing, i packed my back, had a room waiting, and drove off to a place that i had never been.
as i drove to mesquite, i couldn’t shake this very weird feeling. it was attached to me. it was everywhere. i fought to keep my heavy eyelids open (no provigil).
as i drove to sheridan, i was extremely nervous, worried, excited, scared, and full of hope. i fought trying to keep my heavy eyelids open, by eating jerky.
as i drove to mesquite, the radio volume was kicked, all the way up, and i listened to a station that was 70’s to today’s music. i thought that, that was apropos.
as i drove to sheridan, the radio was blaring. i switched stations constantly, trying to find the things that i liked, at the time. i sang, at the top of my lungs.
driving to mesquite, my god, adele kept following and haunting me, until i heard, “hello…,” at which point i began laughing so hard, thinking of the parody.
driving to sheridan, because i kept changing the station, every song was a song that i liked, every song was happy, hopeful, and uplifting.
on the way to mesquite, i watched the landscape, as it changed from sharp gravel, dirt, and dust…to beautiful mesas and valleys, of orange, pink, and red.
on the way to sheridan, i watched the landscape shift, between rolling grass plains and big tall, strong, beautiful mountains.
going to mesquite, i was excited to be going to spend time with my friend, of thirty-five years. i knew that we would have a great time, not miss a beat.
going to sheridan, i was was so nervous. i was going to meet someone that i had never met before, but had only talked to. as nervous as i was, i was full of hope.
pulling into mesquite, i noticed that it was both a quaint old town and ritzy, retreat town. a mix of old and new. i filled up with gas, it was $2.49/gallon.
pulling into sheridan, i noticed what a beautiful, old, historic town it was. full of cute shops and places to explore. i filled up with gas, it was $1.79/gallon.
upon my arrival to mesquite, i met my friend at the hotel. i was so happy to see her. we got settled into our rooms and then met up to talk, and walk dogs.
upon my arrival to sheridan, i parked the car, my nerves subsided, and i went and met my friend. i came in from the back and surprised her. i gave her a hug.
in mesquite, my friend and i decided to go to dinner. we drove around and around, looking for a place with outdoor seating. we finally found a place.
in sheridan, my friend had already picked the place, based on a feeling. java moon was located, in a 1906 building on main street, full of history and charm.
in mesquite, we chose to eat at peggy sue’s diner. we ordered breakfast for dinner. we talked about my craziness. we talked about her adventure to scotland.
in sheridan, my friend had already had coffee. i was okay and had nothing. she was there trying to study. i was there to try to help her. i don’t think i helped.
during dinner in mesquite, i was often times distracted, by the multitudes of creepy, crawling crickets that gathered themselves, on the walls around us.
in sheridan, we decided to go get something to eat. we ended up, at subway, for salads. i said,”we will always have sheridan, subway, and salads.”
we waddled out of peggy sue’s diner, in mesquite. we were both pretty full. we went back to our rooms, rested for a bit, and then regrouped.
we went back to java moon, in sheridan. my friend got out her books and started to study again. i got distracted by her left hand. i felt compelled to read her palm.
in mesquite, my friend and i, decided to walk the dogs, one more time before sleepy-nighties. we enjoyed the mild evening, talked more, and laughed.
in sheridan, our studying and chatting attracted the attention, of a man sitting near us. he was straining to hear each word, to know why we laughed out loud.
back in mesquite, my friend and i, called it a night, both of us exhausted from driving, eating, and walking dogs. we agreed to meet up again, in the morning.
back in sheridan, we tried to study a little bit more. it happened to be three vee words,”venturi-vagal-vaults.”then, we threw in “vagina,” for shock value.
the next morning, in mesquite, my friend and i regrouped. we talked a little more, while we walked dogs. we enjoyed the beauty surrounding us.
java moon, in sheridan, was trying to close around us. we had scared away the gawking, eavesdropping man with,”vagina.” the books were gathered.
in mesquite, my friend finished packing her car up. she loaded up her pups. then, we posed for selfies to commemorate our trip, with the mesas, in the background.
in sheridan, my friend put her stuff, into her car, then walked me to mine. we talked for a little bit, about the man that we “scared” away with “vagina.”
in mesquite, i gave my friend a big hug. i asked her to let me know, when she reached her destination. i told her to travel safely and i thanked her.
in sheridan, my friend needed to get going. i wasn’t sure what to do, so i stuck my hand out. she hugged me, and kissed my cheek. i did the same, awkwardly.
once my friend left mesquite, i felt gratitude. gratitude for our friendship, for time to talk and share, for time to relax, and for some canine time.
once my friend left sheridan, i felt a lot of things, one of them most definitely was gratitude. i was grateful that she met me and gave me a chance.
on my way home, from mesquite, i reflected on my thirty-five year friendship. i know that my friend has always been there for me and i try to do the same. i know that the next time, that we meet up again, we will pick up right where we left off. she is part of my family. she is in my heart.
when i arrived at my hotel, in sheridan, i received a phone call, from my friend. we had a really nice call, that lasted her whole drive home to gillette. i told her about my bagel story. she told me about talking to her friend, about our meeting. it was quid pro quo for awhile and then she just asked me to tell her things. she let me know when she arrived home and we hung up. i felt hopeful. i felt good.
it’s a very weird feeling, when one thing can trigger another thing. and bam, you are right back in that place…hearing the words and sounds, seeing the sights and people, tasting the flavors, smelling the fragrances and aromas, and feeling the touches and feelings. to me, as long as it is a good trigger and not a bad one, sometimes it’s good to walk down memory lane. this walk down memory lane, was bittersweet for me. though my friend is no longer in my life, she will always remain in my heart.
i guess that this was just my first solo road trip, going somewhere, that i’d never been before, since going to sheridan. i guess that’s why i had not a very weird feeling, but a very bittersweet memory.