holler

it was a beautiful night in lafayette, louisiana. the weather was perfect for windows down driving, and i was in the mood to jam to some really loud and happy music.

naturally, it was from enchanted. "that's how you know" was turned all the way up on my already busted speakers. i was jamming--my hands were in the air and my hair was blowing in the wind.

i approach a stop light, and i still continue to sing at the top of my lungs. the music dies, and i notice the people in the truck to the left of me are staring. the girl sitting in the middle seat says,"damn, guh. you jammin, yeah."

"haha. hmm. yeah, yeah, i am"

the guy in the passenger seat then asks me to sing for him.

"oh, no. no, i'm okay. i'm not gonna do that"

they then proceed to tell me that they have better jams. they turn up their volume and blare rap music. typical lafayette.

"ooh, cool. yeah. sweet jams." (insert thumbs up here).

the guy in the passenger seat says, "say, guh. you gotta boyfriend?"

"a boyfriend? oh, no"

"what's your number, guh?"

"my number? haha hmm. oh, the light just turned green"

"my number is _____. call me sometime"

"thank you!"

i feel like this is a better story to tell in person. i just want to read this in 20 years and remember that i was once hot for a day.