By Request

I was looking through my folder the other day and I came across a little teeny tiny essay I wrote about three years ago. Chelsea told me I should post it on my blog, and to be honest I am a little embarrassed. However, this brought back some nice memories. I hope Michelle remembers this! Enjoy!

Listening to Rubber Soul while painting my toes red brings back a flood of memories. Just three years ago, I was a Beatles maniac. No joke. I would sit in the passenger side of the best friends maroon Altima and we would blast 1960’s music as loud as it would go and drive to various little towns around Maryland. It didn’t seem like much at the time, but I find myself being nostalgic for these afternoons. Especially when “In My Life” comes on, so sentimental.

One time in particular, Michelle (my best friend) and I were lazing about in her basement, to keep cool from a humid summer day. Two of our friends knocked on the back door and in an attempt for fun, we ran away from them and hopped into my 2000 Dodge Minivan and drove, full speed, to the airport. Baltimore Washington International had no idea what was coming. As we were cruising down route one, and made the sharp left turn onto 195, we were heading to the terminals, which would send away girlfriends from boyfriends, children off to college, and luggage in the wrong direction. I parked my car in the 15 minute parking only section, and we ran onto the elevator.

Our adrenaline pumping, we hopped on the escalator and saw our two friends drive off. We had won! We beat them! It was a pretty big deal at the time. I have two pictures of us, which we took on the escalator, that hot summer day. My bangs were sweaty, and my best friend had just shaved her head, so she looks pretty fresh in the said picture.

I sometimes think this day foreshadowed the future. Approximately three years later we went to this same airport and jet-setted across the country to a little known town called Portland.