So as it began, I was at the shop enjoying the effects of an April Fools joke in action. My coworker was completely shaken up to the point of simply not speaking--which is saying something; he never shuts up. I waited until the most dramatic moment to take my leave, abandoning him to thoughts that would no doubt put him over the edge until I chose to yank him out of the abyss he was tumbling into. Where did I go? Wyatt's house. I was starving and Five Guys cheeseburgers seemed like the only logical way to fulfill my hunger.
Upon my arrival, Wyatt informed me that we had to wait for Monica and Jordan as they were planning on joining us at the godly cheeseburger joint. Since I didn't have a Snickers, I took the time to fill him in on my scheme, even called my poor, tortured coworker to save him from himself. Jordan came in shortly afterward, then Monica. Together, we began our epic journey down the street.
Like a bunch of five year olds, we went prancing into the restaurant to be greeted by the nerdy cashier who nearly knows us by name at this point. Orders placed, food received and consumed. As its being consumed, we crack jokes surging with innuendo around mouthfuls of fries, speak of our significant others and friends' sex lives through unique toppings... the things late teens and early twenties do.
Then of course, we take the time to discuss what's happening in fantasy land. The lives that we have created, that we have control over, that let us escape our own for as long as we allow ourselves to. We discussed characters that we might bring into that notorious plane, lives we might manipulate to our liking....
So, the conversation continues even as we're piling back into the car, ready to return to Wyatt's domain. Piling back in... then falling a*s first onto cobblestone.
"OWWWWWW!" Before I even take a moment to look around, I'm announcing to the world that the truck has up and disappeared. "WHAT THE HELL!? WHO DOES THAAAT?!" That's when I look. I look, with wide brown eyes, mouth agape at my surroundings.
"Uhh.." Words are escaping me. I may need to relearn how to speak. For the time being, I'm just gonna smack the closest person to me.
Upon my arrival, Wyatt informed me that we had to wait for Monica and Jordan as they were planning on joining us at the godly cheeseburger joint. Since I didn't have a Snickers, I took the time to fill him in on my scheme, even called my poor, tortured coworker to save him from himself. Jordan came in shortly afterward, then Monica. Together, we began our epic journey down the street.
Like a bunch of five year olds, we went prancing into the restaurant to be greeted by the nerdy cashier who nearly knows us by name at this point. Orders placed, food received and consumed. As its being consumed, we crack jokes surging with innuendo around mouthfuls of fries, speak of our significant others and friends' sex lives through unique toppings... the things late teens and early twenties do.
Then of course, we take the time to discuss what's happening in fantasy land. The lives that we have created, that we have control over, that let us escape our own for as long as we allow ourselves to. We discussed characters that we might bring into that notorious plane, lives we might manipulate to our liking....
So, the conversation continues even as we're piling back into the car, ready to return to Wyatt's domain. Piling back in... then falling a*s first onto cobblestone.
"OWWWWWW!" Before I even take a moment to look around, I'm announcing to the world that the truck has up and disappeared. "WHAT THE HELL!? WHO DOES THAAAT?!" That's when I look. I look, with wide brown eyes, mouth agape at my surroundings.
"Uhh.." Words are escaping me. I may need to relearn how to speak. For the time being, I'm just gonna smack the closest person to me.