One Nights Adventures

I sat sipping my tea. Earl Gray. My parents were having a few people over in a few hours, and as much as I love my parents, their friends I cannot tolerate. My original plan, to go to bed at ten, seemed too monotonous for a night such as this one. Tonight I needed something different, something new, an adventure... like Jurrasic Park! Which I have never seen.

And what better place to find an adventure than with Sean and Jon. A few text messages to both of them and they were outside my house, waiting for me. The fools came inside and tried to convince me that I would need more clothing than I had originally anticipated. Sledding is tonight's theme, they said. Silly fools, I will not bend to their will, I will not sled tonight.

We rode on for what seemed like a short version of eternity towards a destination unknown to me. The dank smell of rotting Tacobell hovered in the hot air of the vehicle, the best purple Jeep known to humanity, since the dawn of time. The travel up the treacherous roads of the mountain was an easy task for the Jeep and its expert driver. At last... our destination...

A wave of uneasiness swept over me as I was led towards the door. I had been briefed on what I could and could not say, as well as how to behave. I walked inside. Strangers surround me in an overwhelming quantity. Introductions are given and the fun begins. Wait... Christians...? fun? UNPOSSIBLE! Oh, by the way, I haven't seen Jurassic Park.

I spend the first half hour of our arrival watching my two slow-to-learn-and-play-card-games friends get beat at "Nerds" which I fail to pronounce endlessly. I "encourage" them with some "kind" words. At last the Secede from play and in order to spite me and my "encouragement" they decide to go sledding. I am left with a choice. Stay inside with the kids and play boring games... or go outside and freeze while watching them sled. I chose the latter. Did I tell you I haven't seen Jurassic Park?

We went outside, up to the hill, lit by tiki torches. The fools were already sledding when I arrived. My two fools though, stayed with me briefly before going off on a suicidal fight against gravity which would end in them being covered with snow. The fire at the bottom was cozy and warm so I hung out there for a while. Screams of pain and fear tore through the night as the riders plummeted down the icy slopes. After an immeasurable about of time we went back inside.

I challenged Jon to a game of Battleships.
I suck at Battleships.
I haven't ever seen Jurassic Park.
Jon is King of Battleships.

After battleships I flipped through a Book of Ripley's Believe It or Not, I want thirty minutes of my life back. Then it was back outside to the sled hill for more recklessness on every ones part, but mine. But they weren't near as reckless as when the boy tried to climb the electric fence in Jurassic Park, which I have never seen. The boys decided to sled down the road and I volunteered to pick them up at the bottom in the Jeep. Shortly after they left I decided to drive down and I realized the keys were nowhere to be found! Apparently Jon had them still, at the bottom of the hill.

Back inside for pictionary!

Then worship, which blew right through new years, thankfully we escaped in the middle. I spent my new years in a kitchen, in a house I had never been in before, with worship songs in the background, tightly hugging my two companions. And through all the noise, and all the distractions... to us... we were the only three that existed at that moment in time, we were alone, together.

After the songs ended we headed outside and started lighting fireworks. Sean burnt and imaginary hole in his jacket. He is the only one who can see it, kind of like how I am the only person to have not seen Jurassic Park. The fireworks ended and we gathered back into Jon's car for the ride home.

The car still smelled like Tacobell... and fireworks.