Well, for 365 days of the year, I will write a blog accompanied by a picture about the life and times of myself in a storybook format. Simple enough right?
Today I woke up, begrudging the fact that I would return to my current town of Manhattan only to work the next three days. I’m not too concerned with it, but I’d still would like to sleep in. I am a college student after all.
Last night my friends Seham and Genesis invited to see a meteor shower with some of their friends. I must say, it was a fun experience. We laid out in the back of Jon’s truck, cushioned by sleeping bags, small blankets and each other. We discussed the many comings to life like parties, school, friends, and complaining that we haven’t seen a meteor fall. The night was filled with sexual innuendos that were not intended and Seham miscalculating the amount of liquid she drank beforehand.
We stayed there all night, laying on top of each other just watching the stars that shined brightly in vast sky. We listened to the creek spew it’s water across the land, the cows mooing from a distant of that abandon dirt road, and the airplanes that flew past in the night.
Around two AM, we noticed a truck coming towards us, destructing our view of the skies. Layton and Gen terrified out of their wits, panicked. Gen too the mentality of “If I don’t see him, he won’t see me” and hid in the corner, covered herself with a sleeping bag, and covered her mouth. Layton just stared blankly at the truck, questioning if the truck was going 20 miles per hour, before laying beneath the walls of the truck. Seham, having to used the restroom was in her car ready to leave, leaving Jon and I to watch over the others. We waited, hiding in the truck, because the headlights of the approaching ones were blinding. I sat up, as the man roled down his window, as Layton and Gen volunteered Jon to speak.
The old man rolled down his window, dressed in a military uniformed, a farmers hat, and glasses. In a raspy voice that made him sound more decrypted than he was, he asked “What are you kids doing out here?”
I could hear Gen suppressing her squeal, as I took the initiative. “We’re watching the stars, sir,” I cooly said, pointing up the sky. He questioned me again, and I repeated. I guess he didn’t hear me.
“There’s a meteor shower tonight and we were just watching it out here,” Jon clarified. The old man gave a small sigh, and said, “Alright.”
We waited for him to leave but for several moments he just sat there in his car. Thinking that this was perhaps the most awkward moment of the night, I bid him goodnight, and told him to drive safe, Jon doing the same. He waved good bye and drove off.
I couldn’t stop myself, I burst out laughing before getting out of the truck to go home. The man, not to be mean, was perhaps the farmer. And he looked like a love child between Eustace from Courage The Cowardly Dog and Ed Gein, driving the maroon truck. Ha, a good night.
