Southern Legitimacy Statement: I am a student athlete. This story is about a night with two best friends.
Best Late Night Adventure
James and I are cruising around after practice. Beautiful night out, we blast music and eat Raising Caines. We’re bored. We’re chilling, just cruising. As I’m eating away at my Raising Caines, I get this great idea. Pops right into my head.
I look at him. “You wanna’ go hang out with our exes because they want to see us and we got nothing better to do?”
He looks over at me with the biggest smile on his face, says, “Of course I do… but we haven’t asked our parents and we’d have to go over the bridge to see them.”
All I simply do is smile at him and just say “yolo.” Next thing I know we’re on the way to the bridge going 30-over and both our phones die. We can’t tell our parents where we’re headed.
I remember the feeling tingling through my entire body as we cruise at 110 on the wet slippery bridge. I’m excited and fear swirls around in my stomach like a washing machine. Feelings mix and bind together creating all new sensations.
We finally get to their house. It’s only by the grace of God we did so in one piece. Then me and him have a quick debriefing on what’s going on and how will we keep whatever is about to happen in the house so no one tells anyone. Lying straight through my teeth I said, “I’m excited to be here because it’ll be an adventure for sure.” I was excited to be there until I realized that If I slip up tonight, it’ll be broadcast all over the 757 because of the girls.
So we walk in feeling a little nervous but mostly energized, triumphant. Which makes no sense to me because neither of us had done anything yet. I guess just the fact that we were with these two girls felt triumphant enough because of the lore that’ll surely come from this night.
We sit down next to them and start making small talk. Suddenly, reality slaps me across the face that I didn’t tell Pops about crossing the bridge. This is a huge mistake. Monumental. I plug my phone into their charger.
Thirty seconds later, he calls me, cussing. “Where the hell are you and why are you across that damn bridge without confirmation?”
I somehow get myself out of trouble with him and then it hits me, I want this night to be fun as hell. I go up to one of the girl’s moms and say ”Y’all gotta’ bottle?”
Without hesitation they hand it straight to me.
The next thing I know, it’s 5:30am and I wake up in the back of my best friend’s car. In a McDonald’s parking lot. I look at him. “Bub, what happened last night? I can’t remember jack diddly shit.”
“Dude. You had a great time and I have videos.”
