Today is just not a great day. Nothing happened, but that's just it, nothing happened. Its barely the afternoon and I already know today will be boring, filled with the same zest as an early 2000s Silverado interior. I know things could be worse but I just feel like dreaming a little bit so deal with my whining.
I woke up this morning too early from a weekend that was too filled with work and ate a donut that was far from great. Now I sit at school in the basement of a library wearing a hoodie that is too short which also keep me too warm for my own comfort. I want to be elsewhere.
This is what my weekend should've been: I wanted to be flying into Walt Disney World on Friday night. That night I would dine at the Coral Reef restaurant in EPCOT, watching the fish through the aquarium glass. After dinner my queen, Lolana (a beautiful Suicide Girl whom I am NOT dating), and I would watch the fire works in the Magic Kingdom. Saturday and Sunday would be spent traveling through all the parks and eating pork shanks and turkey legs. The parks would be at quarter capacity and the wait times for rides would be minimal. We would have a great time.
Sunday night we would have hopped on a flight to my house in California (instead of my actual home in Buffalo). My 1966 Dodge Coronet would be at that house. I would have swapped out the slow 318 and 3 speed automatic for a 440 cubic inch V8 and a Tremec 5 speed manual. I would be so happy.
Monday morning I would roll out of bed and Lolana would have bought me the cutest puppy and they would be making me some eggs and bacon. My nose would lead me to the kitchen to see the beautiful sight. She would sit me down and The Fast and The Furious would already be playing followed by Jurassic Park.
After a great movie session I would make some chicken salad sandwiches and toss some NOS energy drinks in a classic Coca-Cola cooler. We would pack up our beach equipment into the trunk of my Coronet. Me, Lolana, and our puppy walk out into our massive garage and hop in the Dodge. I turn the key and the feral roar of the big block wakes up the neighbors. Fuck em. I put her in first and roll out of the driveway. I launch the beast and lay down rubber like a champ. The street never stood a chance.
Our drive through town would be filled with thumbs up and "atta-boys". We arrive to the Pacific Coast highway and I accelerate until I hit 120mph. The rest is windows down, easy cruising. I pull off the road onto a secluded beach. Our puppy yelps with excitement as do I, nobody is on the beach. My feet hit the warm, white sandy beach. We pitch our picnic blanket and relax until sunset.
Once the sun goes down its time we head out of there and to the local 1/4 mile drag strip. All my friends are there and they're all excited to see me. A loser in a Mustang challenges me to a race. Chump. We both did the smokiest of burnouts and staged up at the lights. Yellow yellow yellow GREEN. I dump the clutch and stand on the throttle. The mighty V8 roared all the way down the track to run my fastest time ever, a 12.7 second quarter mile.
I beat a few other Mustangs and Camaros that evening before we headed home. On the way home I look to my right to see the the puppy passed out on my girlfriends lap, behind them the lights of the city glisten, the scent of the ocean breeze passes through the open window. I'm at peace, that was the best Monday I could ever ask for.
We rumble back into my large garage filled with various other project cars. I tell myself I need to finish plumbing up the turbo on my FD RX7 tomorrow. We walk through the door and there is my sweet, sweet grandma standing there setting the dinner table for me. She made my favorite meal, Polish city chicken with angel food cake for dessert.
With my stomach full I wander to my feather bed with a thousand pillows on it. I fall into the deepest sleep somebody could without dying. The mattress absorbs me and its light out. Too bad its still Monday and I'm not doing this. Despite the reality check, that moment of imagination perfection leaves me feeling a little better.
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