Late Night Drive.

We tend to find joy in the littlest of things.

In the complete stupidity of spontaneous, out-of-the-blue ideas

that more than likely result in an embarrassing act by one or the other of us.
 

Really, what we mean is...

 Both of us.

There was a moment,

late at night,

we were among some of our fellow peers.

the urge to jump in the back of a random truck seemed to overpower us.

We didn't know where we would go or what to expect.
 

We were just ready for an unplanned, suprise road trip.

After we had said our "good-bye's",

we rode Merv away & parked him out of sight.
 

Being ever so stealthy,

we slipped into the back of the nearest truck,

making no sound at all.

FALSE.

There could not have been anything louder at that moment.
Every part of our bodies hit something in the back of that truck.
Creating a cacophony of unpleasant noises.

Such as:
 bones breaking, along with quiet whimpers of pain.
hoping the people didn't see us.

Nothing would stop us from this ride.
though, entangled in foreign objects.
We bucked up & prepared for greatness.

Lets just say we had a lot of time to prepare..

we waited.
& waited....
waited some more,

For heavens sakes we laid there for 25 minutes.

Both thinking to ourselves,
"Honestly, you will see each other tomorrow. Do you not realize we have things to do??"
{we had nothing to do, hence this time consuming so-called "adventure"}

Then a face suddenly appeared over the side of the truck bed.
we didn't worry though...
he didn't seem like one to drive a truck.

This person peers in & says very loudly,
"Hey! What are you girls doin' back there??"
 Our eyes grew 7 sizes bigger.
Our pointer finger raised to our lips.
Soft "shhh's" did the complete opposite thing of their around the world purpose of shutting people up.
The person started bellowing a gut busting laugh.
Followed by another very loud comment.
"Don't you girls worry one bit!! Your secret is safe with me!!! I wont tell no-body!!

we were now in a half-up position leaning on our forearms.
both rolled our eyes into the back of our head.
& slammed back down in the bed of the truck.

We were done for.

We laid there.
Faces towards the stars.

Would we continue to lay there?
Or would we jump out of the truck & walk off for everyone to see?

We stuck it out.

Soon enough,
{another 10 minutes}

The truck started.
Hallelujah.

We were off.
The air was crisp.
The stars were bright.

We were brilliant!!
Freedom had never tasted so sweet!

The ride lasted a whole whopping 5 minutes.

It was still thrilling to say the least.

We pulled to a sudden stop.
Slamming us into the top of the truck.

Then proceeding into a "hootch"
{a U-turn}
ricocheting into the tailgate was the next punishment on our bodies.
crumpled into a pile.
mangled in each other.

Crying in desperation.
To make the pain stop.
Still trying to be quiet so the driver won't expect us.

The door opens & a familiar face pokes his head in the back of the truck.
Where we were a sight to behold.
He smiles,
"I'm assuming one of you lives here..."

We peer over the top of the tailgate.
We are parked in front of Veramitch's home.

We look at each other with suspicion in our eyes.
& looked at him.
Saying nothing.

He started to laugh.
"Girls...we saw & heard you get in the truck."

All we could do at this point was release small bursts of anger.

{insert video of us showing anger, in small bursts}

Then, finally, we said,
"You knew we were back here the whole time, & still made us suffer??"

He nodded.
"You guys are pretty determined little buggers."

People say they love us,
but that is definitely not the case.
That is not love.
That is rude.

Hopefully next time we will have a more hospitable get away car.

Needless to say,
we had a good time.

But, then again,
when do we not?


We are individualist...we do what we want.



Everywhere, but absolutely nowhere.

Merv.

It is high time you meet the new member of our crew:

Merv.
Aka: The Swervin' Mervin.

He is our tandem bike.

He is extremely old.

Quite the fixer-upper.

& let us tell you that he is quite the charmer.
 Everyone wants him

Needless to say,

We love him whole heartedly.

He does not return the favor.
believe it or not when we say that Merv is the enemy.

A few days ago we were taking Merv out for a nightly stroll.
He had quite the temper tantrum.
He literally broke the chain on us in the middle of a busy street.

The nerve of Merv.

Leaving us for dead.
or at least without transportation.

Through this incident,
We found that Merv is an excellent scooter.
profound at making our legs look like dancers.
& an impeccable ride when pulled behind vehicles.

It was ride none will forget,
that is until as of late.

Merv,
{That fetchin' slade.}
needed some TLC.

We provided him with the best of service in giving him some new chains.
They were,
top notch.
high quality.
The best of the best.

Apparently Merv wanted better,
but he kept it on the down low.
Until we had an extremely rude awakening.

We decided to test out the new chains.
it was raining,
Perfect riding weather if we say so ourselves.

We are cruising the town.
dripping with the rain.
laughing,
living,
finding joy in the company of others who were enjoying the rain as much as us.

We made some friends through passing them about 5 times throughout the ride.
Each time they passed it was an even better sight for them.

natural beauty at its finest.

On the last passing of the night.
We decided to take a detour & venture into the driving range,
where the Swervin' Mervin would prove himself worthy of the tricky figure 8 routine.

This is where we enter the
Scene of the Crime:

We strode into the range with confidence in ourselves as well as in Merv.
Nothing but asphalt in front of us.
Freedom.

We put the pedal to the metal.
Starting to do the timeless drills of the young 16 year old first driving experience.

Starting with the figure 8.
easy.
 Pedaling at an even, steady pace we conquer the first turn.

Rounding the second,
Merv decided to get even.

Lets just say that our figure 8 became a figure skate.

He started to hydroplane across the asphalt.
tilting at a dangerous angle.
Nothing would stop gravity at this moment for us.

Not even a gasp came from our mouths as Merv shot across the road.
Along with us shooting the other direction.

Road rash,
gravel,
scrapes,
Blood.
Everywhere.

Right at this moment our new friends drove by.
Laughing,
seeing the entangled girls laying on the ground in pain.

Merv got us good.
It is a constant battle between us.
We are gonna keep him around though.

He definitely brings quality entertainment into our lives.

We are individualists...We do what we want.

(when Merv lets us...)

Throw Back Thursday.

Take a moment to think back on your life...

 

You know those days,

the ones that you feel so out of it,

and so does everyone else?
 

Its the weirdest thing.

its like the whole universe is on the same emotional track.

That was a common occurrence up at

our dearly beloved college

...
But this go around was by far the worst one yet
...
 

We boarded the bus
to go to class.

the bus was filled with silence.
 

Awkward silence.
& that is coming from the awkward masters,
the ones who thrive off these types of situations...

Now. 

the bus was pretty full.

everyone on their phones.

It was strange,

usually there is some sort of socialization.

there was not a single utterance from anyones mouth.

We were trying to figure out something that we could do to make the setting a little more
...lively.

coming up with nothing...

the song on the radio fades...

Along with our confidence in our abilities,
 

 the awkwardness,
on the other hand didn't fade in the slightest.
 

Then a familiar, very overplayed song came over the speakers.

"Call Me Maybe"
 

oh boy.
 

the ideas started to flow.
The song moved us into action!!
 

we whipped out air violins,

started to belt out the repetative lyrics.

& had our own jam session in the middle of the bus.

head banging,

dancing,

the whole sha-bang.

The mere passengers eyes widened.

& gave us judgemental looks as if we were animals in a zoo.
 

we embraced it.
 

Soon they started to join in.
one by one the whole bus began to come together.

there was laughter at the absurdness they started to participate in.
 

Total High School Musical Moment.
 

As we had reached our stop the song had hit the last note.
Perfectly timed as the bus doors flew open.
 

there were applause.

& many people thanked us for making their day.

 

{Moral of this story:}
 

sing carly rae jepsen in awkward situations

its the only way out.

& you might just make someones day.

most likely.

Be an individualist...& do what you want.