relax and take a ride with me.
Tuesday, Apr. 08, 2003
one night, boy's dad, his stepmom, myself, and boy all went down to the quarter to eat some fanciful dinner. it was a nice night, and we decided to take his stepmom's convertable. the radio wasn't loud, but we could hear it well over the conversation going on in the front seat. it was playing some almost top forty hit.
boy and i sat in the backseat, slouched down, holding hands, heads tilted way back so that we could only see buildings.
the wind was soft and extremely hypnotic as we drove quickly to the quarter and slowly through the quarter.
boy and i just sat there, in the backseat, making up perfect music videos for each song that came on the radio, watching new orleans pass by.
