Part 4 : Time Travel

It was another droning day at the office but it was different somehow. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Perhaps it was because today was a Friday and the weekend was about to start. Ah, the weekend. Two and a half days of deflecting work. Two and a half days of pure satisfaction whatever it is your doing. Or perhaps it was because we finally made plans for the weekend. All of us. The housemates that is. Its such a rarity that we plan to spend time together as we rarely see one another at home.

The work day didn't feel at all an awe inspiring uplifting experience. Running around to far too many places. Having to deliver things before the holidays is such a pain in the ass. Everyone is already in their festive mood and would like to send all their works at the same time just to annoy people like me. Luckily I had enough Advils to numb any emotions towards the workload.

The clock ticking ever so closely to 5 o'clock. Everybody is packing up their stuff to finally make use of them. I on the other hand have already packed. Not much to pack anyway. Light is the way to go in this town, especially when my preferred transportation is my old bike. As I got home, the guys were already there waiting with their bags on the floor ready to go. We weren't going far away though. Most of the stuff inside their bags were food. For you see, this trip needed lots of food.

Hoped on Steve's, my housemate, 63' Corvair. Okay so it wasn't your adventurous vintage 85' GMC Vendura the A team used or the magic mystery bus that were the center of Scooby Doo and the gang but it still had the charm and character to it. The five of us inside a van that had only 3 seats at the back because of one ingenious night we all had after some frolicking around. Guys with huge testosterone high after watching a basketball game. Luckily for us there was just the five of us this time. Usually in this kind of circumstance we would have had at least five more friends that came along and most of us had to sit down on the floor of the van. Off we went. It was getting dark so Steve turned on the headlights which we all know was slightly just more powerful than a double A battery operated flashlight. Just. It wasn't such a long ride but it seemed that way because of the speed the van was going. It was to be another one of Steve's pet project. To fix his van. One of millions.

We finally arrived to nowhere. Nothing insight for miles except the big flat terrain and a few hard hills. Sand filled the sky as the air drizzles. It was for some the desert. Than one of my housemates, George, took out his stash. It wasn't much but it was enough for the five of us. This dark plant that has an umbrella for a head has magical powers they say. Everyone took one but later added a few more. Henry wasn't one who could digest it that well so he put it in a sandwich to nullify the pungent taste. These magical plants took us to places we've never been before. People cope differently when consuming such mystical plants. Henry was the quiet one after such a trip while Greg would be the overtly paranoid one. It didn't mean much anyway since we all had one thing in mind. Food. Hunger strikes best when your high. With backpacks full of any junk food we get a hold on, it was to be one hell of a night.

So we were there in the middle of nowhere while being everywhere at the same time.