About a week ago I sent a text to a friend. He’s in Los Angeles before moving onto who-knows-where Wisconsin, so I wanted to check in. He’s been to Disney Land and having a great time. And if I didn’t like him so much I’d hate him. I asked him what he’d like to read since he now knows about my blog, because he needs something to do on travel days sitting on that coach bus. He gave me a few ideas. Then I came up with another one.
A story about him.
I remember we met during orientation. I’m not sure which segment but he was sitting behind me and I heard him mention to someone next to him where he was living. I happened to live in the same building so I turned around and introduced myself. He was the first people I met from my dorm since none of my floormates nor roommate had moved in yet.
And as they say, the rest is history…….
As I would quickly discover we would happen to run in the same circles so it wouldn’t be hard to become friendly (if there had been a problem), and even though I had a head start on figuring out the college thing we were neck and neck when it came to getting to know the city.
So when I had to get my hands on a copy of The Lion King for a Philosophy paper I asked him to come along. It seemed like an easy task that certainly 2 people could manage. And no one that knew of our plans had an objection.
Other than, “Be safe.”
It wasn’t until after nearly getting lost, and uncomfortable encounter with the video store employee, and a nice chat with some homeless people, we had second thoughts.
Well one thought.
“Why would people let us do this?”
Lesson learned: Don’t walk around DuPont Circle late at night, even if you’re with people, and know where you’re going.
So naturally we did it, again.
We hadn’t seen each other in a while since we were now living in different dorms & we had busy schedules So we went to dinner, instead of attempting to make it ourselves (because that doesn’t always work out well for us).
Again, we knew where we were going, we were together, and it wasn’t too late at night (in comparison).
However we missed our stop. I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the DC Metro but it’s a fairly easy system to navigate. If you miss your stop, get off at the next one, walk to the other side, and catch the next train back, the whole process takes no longer than 15 minutes.
Instead we got off at the next stop and walked into the area, again DuPont Circle.
I wish I knew.
We were obviously preoccupied.
We were probably half way to the restaurant when I realized what we were doing. I proceeded to stop practically in the middle of the street to announce that what we were doing was pretty nuts. Again!
After we ate we got back on the train, the right one, and headed back to campus, only to head out anywhere together, in daylight.
We should never be allowed around DuPont Circle without supervision.
How’s that for a story?
(I know this story makes me look just as bad as it makes him but I guess that’s what happens when you’re with a close friend. You make yourself look foolish, and be O.K. with it)