Leap Year Valentine
Once upon a time a gangly freshman, a timid sophomore, a boisterous junior, and a smiley senior came together in a long and narrow dorm room not knowing what the brisk night would bring them. There was probably some ping pong and there were definitely some jokes before the 4-some realized it was a very important American holiday and not one of them had a significant other of the opposite sex in which they could pass the time. But as the witty thinkers that they later proved to be, the quad of young men posed the idea of spending the evening together inside the warm and musty walls of Friendly´s Restaurant in Arlington, MA.
The frosh held on to the seniors shirt as he whipped around the road´s curves while the sophomore and the junior giggled in the backseat, anticipating a highly intimate evening. And when they got to the diner, the two pairs sat across from eachother as though it were a double date. Three of them ordered burgers and the senior ordered a buffalo chicken meal. The pretty brunnette waitress eyed each of them from the kitchen as the conversation skipped around from topic to topic often landing on the topic of the very pretty waitress herself. When dinner was over they wrote the telephone number of the long and skinny room from where they congregated before the meal and they signed all their names across the receipt. Clever they thought. Exciting too.
They went back with fully bellies and grins on their faces, extremely pleased with how the night turned out. Their good friend greeted them at the door of the long and narrow room with a fleeting smirk. Now that they were back from the bitter night and the cozy restaurant they could tell their friend the tale of the evening. But maybe it was better if they didn´t. For this was a special night that would be repeated for years to come. It would be repeated until finally some greater force pulled one of them across the Mississippi and another to a separate continent. Not one of the four young men foresaw this as a possible reality, but now that it is here they will be without each other for the first time.
A year for contemplation and reflection. Next year promises life and congregation.
The frosh held on to the seniors shirt as he whipped around the road´s curves while the sophomore and the junior giggled in the backseat, anticipating a highly intimate evening. And when they got to the diner, the two pairs sat across from eachother as though it were a double date. Three of them ordered burgers and the senior ordered a buffalo chicken meal. The pretty brunnette waitress eyed each of them from the kitchen as the conversation skipped around from topic to topic often landing on the topic of the very pretty waitress herself. When dinner was over they wrote the telephone number of the long and skinny room from where they congregated before the meal and they signed all their names across the receipt. Clever they thought. Exciting too.
They went back with fully bellies and grins on their faces, extremely pleased with how the night turned out. Their good friend greeted them at the door of the long and narrow room with a fleeting smirk. Now that they were back from the bitter night and the cozy restaurant they could tell their friend the tale of the evening. But maybe it was better if they didn´t. For this was a special night that would be repeated for years to come. It would be repeated until finally some greater force pulled one of them across the Mississippi and another to a separate continent. Not one of the four young men foresaw this as a possible reality, but now that it is here they will be without each other for the first time.
A year for contemplation and reflection. Next year promises life and congregation.
posted by mikedon at 9:12 PM
1 Comments:
dear friend
wow wow we wa
i was luaghing really really loud
you have a great way with words
speaking spanish has definitely had an increase in your grasp of using the english for hilarital purposes
~el pico
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