bueller

Back to work today and it was a long one. It was pleasantly busy with a lot going on, but not crazy or hectic. I'm at Booya's tonight because of the holiday and the change to the Pea schedule, and it will be the last night I hang with him for awhile. We went out for a bit, but didn't feel much like drinking, so we went for a drive. He has one of those really great cars that can pin you against the back of the seat and make you laugh out loud so we hit the highway and opened her up...we never got to 6th gear. As great as it was to be flying down the road like teenagers, the rational, thirty-something, side in both of us decided a ticket would not be a good send off.

When I was a teenager I loved going for drives...it was one of those things I could do all by myself, in total control, and it made me feel alive and happy. Even if I wasn't going anywhere but in a circle around the county, I felt like I was embarking on an adventure. Speaking of adventures, Grey returned from his and we were able to catch up today...it is weird how you can not see someone for months and then fall right back into step as if they were never gone. I have a few friends like that, that just pick right up where we left off, whether it has been a few weeks or a few years, and others who it seems there is always a bit of warming up with. It is strange how that happens, that level of comfort, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with how long, or how well you know them, it just is or isn't.

Hmmm...wonder how much warming up it would take to get Booya to keep from killing me upon coming home and finding a few thousand extra miles on his car?...maybe instead of a few thousand I will just take it home one night, add a few hundred...and now all I can think of is: "Bueller?... Bueller? ... Bueller?"

"We'll drive home backwards."