Or maybe I just miss the food

[cosmolinguist]

Friday he'd be driving to see me, and Sunday he'd be driving back, but on Saturdays we might make the 45 minute journey to the nearest town with anything in it, and go to Doolittles. I love their penne with the smoked Gouda and walnuts ... and the chicken wild rice soup ... Sometimes we'd get nachos to share (with no black olives, since neither of us like them).

We might check the theatre to see if anything good was playing, or we might go to Office Max because we are, to varying degrees, geeks. We'd drive back and watch a movie or something before going to sleep. I'd close my eyes and snuggle up next to him, looking forward to the time when the phone would ring the next morning so we could make plans to go to Pizza Hut for lunch with two of my best friends.

One of the waitresses there started to recognize us; she knew who'd want Mountain Dew and who'd want Pepsi without having to ask, she knew which pair wanted breadsticks and which got the garlic cheese bread, she'd bring us two boxes even if there were only three pieces of pizza left, because she knew we had more than one refrigerator to put them in. The pizza toppings would be carefully chosen and happily consumed as we talked about politics or computers or science or religion or anything else.

For almost a year and a half, no matter what was bad or just hectic about my exciting life as a college student and employee of a group home for disabled adults, I knew I had such weekends to look forward to. And I relished them. I remember them fondly now, even though these things haven't happened in almost a year and never will again.

Comments

[setharoo.livejournal.com]

It can never be exactly the same again, but that doesn't mean you couldn't go to Doolittle's when you get back... Perhaps the-man-you-speak-of would join you, if you asked. (And you could always take me with you! I want some chicken wild rice soup!)

[cosmolinguist]

Oh, I am so going to Doolittle's when I get back! It's become one of the two restaurants I've missed most (the other is Chipotle), for some reason. I'd happily take you with. That soup is so good! And I've heard the chili is too, though I don't think I've ever had it.

I didn't even notice that I never used his name. :-) It's not as if I don't want to talk about him or anything like that, my brain just knows who the unattributed pronouns belong to. And it'll be no secret to anyone who knows me at all anyway, of course.

[karaksindru.livejournal.com]

*hugs* With the exception of the mysterious Doolittle's, all of that is closer than 45 minutes to my house... ;) [okay, I'll stop teasing / tempting you eventually... *grin*]

[cosmolinguist]

Doolittles Air Cafe is a chain of sorts; I know they have them in the Cities, and there's one in Alexandria, which is pretty close to being a middle-of-nowhere prairie town even though it's still, as I said, 45 minutes away from where I went to college. They have all kinds of tasty food there.

[paninogirl.livejournal.com]

I think it'd be cool to check out the one in the Cities. It's definitely closer... :)

[cosmolinguist]

You want to come join Seth and me? :-) Yeah, we should do that. Considering the number of friends I have who live in the cities now, I'm hoping to be able to visit there often.

[paninogirl.livejournal.com]

If you didn't think I'd be cramping your adventure, I'd love to come! The Cities rules! :)

[cosmolinguist]

Silly Rachel. As far as I'm concerned, having more friends around, as well as eating food, is a good thing.

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

I know that feeling. My life is better now, but I miss the things I did last summer with Mike and wish I could have them back. But then, like whassisname in The Catcher in the Rye, I miss everyone and everything. I think this is all right.

Photos to follow!

[cosmolinguist]

I read The Catcher in the Rye in a class with a hideous teacher who made everything less fun, so I didn't like it much. I should try reading it again.

Yay, photos! :-)