The Solo Roadtrip. The roadtrip you take after you’ve procrastinated as long as possible because you’re not actually sure that you want to spend 5 hours in a small car with, well, yourself.
After three Frappuccinos and hastily packing clothes, I’m on my way — hair pragmatically yet attractively clipped away from my face. (It’s requisite to look good while on a Solo Roadtrip. Heaven forbid total strangers see you and know by your appearance that you couldn’t find anyone to go with you.)
I leave The City behind and find myself in a strangely good mood. I’m on 280 South and am struck by the beauty of rolling foothills covered in grasses and studded here and there with copses of oak trees that from far away look like green giants huddled over in abdominal pain. The brown hills aren’t brown — this morning they are gold and amber every other attractive variant of brown that my mind can grasp. The rare green patches of grasses put me in mind of a Disney movie — Bambi perhaps (before the forest fire, of course).
I begin to feel a driving need to be productive. Even though I’m trapped in a car for 5 hours, I am desperately searching for a way to Get Things Done. And oh! There’s so much to do. I mentally clean my house…
And geez… I’m feeling very creative. I should be getting studio time and recording music… if I only had a tape recorder I could write songs in the car…
And then I realize that three Frappuccinos was an unwise move.
Let me tell you, DUIF (driving under the influence of Frappuccinos) is just plain stupid.
Friends don’t let friends drive Frappaccinoed.
My hair has become disheveled, my eyes maniacal. I am no longer I-Am-Hip-And-Attractive-And-Just-Heading-A-Couple-Of-Exits-Down-To-Meet-My-Hunky-Boyfriend-For-Drinks-Girl. I am now Clearly-Insane-Talking-To-Herself-And-Couldn’t-Find-Anyone-To-Go-On-A-Roadtrip-With-Her-Girl.
This post is a reworking of the one found here which I wrote years and years ago. It fit the prompt so well that I decided to make this an exercise in editing. What started out as 900-some-odd words is now a svelte 300. I still like the original better, but for 300 words this one doesn’t suck. If you read both this and the original, would you have edited it differently?
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