Once upon a time I went on a five month bender with a co-worker/partner-in-crime. Let’s call her Ellen. Ellen was inches away from completely being the poster girl for poor white trash. She was obsessed with having a hot car and a big TV but nevertheless she lived in an efficiency. The rent was only $250 a month but she was always month behind in rent.
One of her friends back in Oklahoma said he would give her his computer if she would come and pick it up. I’ve only gone on two overnight road trips with friends. This was the last and far worse of the two.
Not singing "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" on this trip
Ellen drove a little Miata. If you’ve ever been in a Miata you know there is precious little passenger room and a trunk that is barely larger than the average glove compartment. In spite of this we hit the road Saturday afternoon with the intention of returning Sunday evening. We got to her friend’s place and got the computer. After spending the night we planned to visit her parents in the trailer park.
To prepare for this homecoming, she purchased a large bottle of vodka and a bottle of Chambord because, “mom and dad are kind of drunks.” Ellen, apparently believed in following the family traditions quite stringently.
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