Just two days after the big epic breakup of birthday happiness, a big group of people got together for a late-evening trip to Stella’s Blue Sky Diner.
Stella’s is an awesome kind of place where the milkshakes are legendary, not just because they are oh, so yummy, but also because if you so choose you can hold the cup on your head and the waitress will pour your shake into it.
I’m not sure why this is so cool; just trust me when I say it is.
Especially when you’re newly twenty.
In an effort to prevent myself from falling into deep like with that guy from Washington, I had been trying to fall into deep like with a different guy, so I convinced him to come along and then spent some quality time getting pretty. I even borrowed my roomie’s top because of course I had nothing to wear.
I don’t remember how I got to Stella’s– a car not being one of my possessions at the time– but I did get there, and I ended up sitting across from the guy I had invited and that guy from Washington.
While we were there, I officially fell into deep like.
And it wasn’t the guy I had invited who pulled me in. It was that guy from Washington, who entertained me by making crazy monkey faces, slurping his toothpick up through his straw and into his throat, and making fun of me when someone kicked my arm while I was holding my milkshake glass and the waitress dumped a big bunch of milkshake right on my head.
Because if you want to seduce a guy, sticky hair is the way to go, baby.
It didn’t matter. I knew this guy was awesome. And I couldn’t prevent myself from crushing on him anymore.
After the milkshakes and french fries were eaten, I subtly arranged to ride home in a friend’s truck– a friend who happened to be giving my new crush a ride too. For some reason I still can’t remember, a couple of the guys carried Art out of the restaurant and pretended to tie him to the hood of the pickup– which shows you how awesome we truly were. I’m sure the people at Stella’s adored us.
In our defense, we tipped well.
The other girl who was riding with us twisted her ankle, so she got dibs on the front seat. That guy from Washington and I were forced to ride home squashed onto the back bench seat of our friend’s pickup. It was truly tragic, as I’m sure you can imagine. We rode around looking at Christmas lights, got lost, and were nearly late for curfew.
By the time I got back to my dorm I thought I was going to wet my pants.
And also, my hair was still extremely nasty.
But it didn’t matter. It was one of the best nights of my life.
I was officially in deep like with that guy from Washington.
Today I’m linking up with Sharon at Good, True, and Beautiful. Because I am all about remembering our love story– Just for the Joy of It!