We set out as two people on a date and slowly became little more than a pair of hopelessly lost creatures, whizzing through time and space. Time was bent on being nowhere near when I wanted it to be and space, as far as I’m concerned, was temporarily out of service.
We spent the majority of said date in the car en route to my Aunt’s house. The objective for our game was to leave after church, arrive around 4 pm, chat with Jeff, Jeff, Elena, Lana, Larry, Kiki etc… then head to the drive-in. Sadly, we actually left around 1:30 pm, showed up at 9pm, had peach pie and a chat with Lana, Larry, Kiki and Kiki’s husband, grabbed the house key and immediately headed out to the Drive-In. Beautiful.
After much friendly bantering over what movie to see, what time to see it, what time to wake up and whether or not to make beds in the morning, we were off in the car once again heading up to the college at the impossibly early time of 7 in the morning, which means we left before anyone was awake in the house. During the course of our chatting and singing along with dear old Rod Stewart, we completely missed the St. Louis exit and ended up once again in Kansas.
And saw Duffen’s Optical. I wanted to commit a drive by heckling along the lines of, “You have no idea what you’re doing!” If I had done that, you can be certain that for all eternity the technicians there could say, “Do remember that day some weirdo yelled that we had no clue what we were doing?” and the story would be passed down as some wonderful urban optometrists myth.
Speaking of which, I got back in town at 1:55 which left me with five minutes to get to work where some of my favorite patients were chilling. Those kids are getting so big!
And thus ended the 24 Hour Date.