Road Tripper

          I had a huge fight with my mom. Ok, so I did something. More specifically, I went home with a few bottles of alcohol in my system for the third time this week. And yes, I drove my BMW amidst my “drunken state”. But what can I do? With the Christmas parties left and right, I really have no choice. Dare I come to a party and not even have a shot? What kind of a killjoy moron would I be? Everyone’s into the holiday spirit and it’s almost a crime not to celebrate and just be.

         I wasn’t really “drunk” anyway. A little tipsy, for sure, but I’m always aware of when I’m in no more condition to drive. Gawd, I love my BMW to pieces, and I take care of it probably more than I take care of myself. So, would I risk damaging it? No. And when I drive it, it means I still got a hold on myself, and on my driving skills at that. So Mom, stop the irritating sermons. You know how I love my wheels to death and wouldn’t risk being in an accident not to avoid injuring myself but to avoid the slightest dent or scratch on the possession I love most.

          Meanwhile I’ll lock up here in my room while you’re still fuming.

I am lucky enough to be the kind of lad who doesn’t mind lugging a carful of noisy, fidgety parents and siblings to some faraway land, where the family would spend the entire winter break. I really ought to name my BMW, we have been to many places and seen a lot of things together.

Just last week, on the way to our grandparents’ home in Newfoundland, Canada, my BMW and I are in for one hell of a ride because my bothers and sister would not stop bickering and my parents are getting irritated. Needless to say we are not in the best of moods when we finally drove into Newfoundland. My grandparents’ huse is still a few miles away, everyone is yelling at everyone else, when we saw this sign:

It got our attention, all right. And what could’ve been a ten-round wrestling fight waiting to happen was averted as we all burst out laughing. Lol.

Lucky we did see the sign, though. You’d think it was a joke, but there really were a few moose dotted on the grasslands a few blocks away from the sign.

No student life is ever complete without experiencing at least one Spring Break down in Florida. So, the last year I spent in college my friends and I all went down in a road trip down to Florida, on a mission to enjoy and make the best out of our very last Spring Break.

The trip all the way to Florida would’ve been enough of an experience. My BMW packed with friends who, like me, have never had the desire to be surrounded by beer-guzzling classmates set out to Florida dead-set on chilling out and having fun like normal breathing teenagers. It started promising enough. Deciding to have a “practice run” for the actual Florida parties, one of my friends got some beer and downed it on the way. Of course combined motion sickness and a stomach not used to alcohol intake made my friend a nauseous, vomiting passenger, and my BMW a very sad and stinky interior. But then he slept, and the rest of the trip was good enough.

We arrived at Daytona at arounf 3:30 pm, and it was exactly as we imagined. Scenic beaches and breathtaking ocean nonwithstanding, we were still surrounded by drunken students from all over the country. My BMW was a sorry stinky car by then, so we left it at a car wash to get it stink-free, meaning: no escape pumpkin ride. The beach is dotted with parties and bodies. And we had enough. Once my car was fixed, my friends and I decided to have our own silly fun—

back in my BMW on the way home. LOL.

Such geeks we were that day. Still, we wouldn’t have done it any other way. College moments are always fun to look back to, no matter how stinky those moments are. Yes, pun intended, thankyouverymuch.