Road Trip to Memory Lane Part 1
March 4th, 2009 by Bed Post BettyRing Ring….
”Hello?”
“Betty? Is that you?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
With a chuckle I hear on the other end, “Scott…Scott Clark.”
Immediately there is a rush of memories; suddenly I’m sitting in a green Chevy van, Styx is playing in my head, I can smell the smoke and hear us laughing at absolutely nothing! And, for some reason I had an over whelming craving for a Big Mac!
Credit: Sundar Chinnusam
Elation, cloud 9, ecstatic, butterflies, and an overwhelming amount of excitement set in so much so, it is impossible to do my state of consciousness justice! Which reminds me, I could swear the room began to spin!
“Scott Clark? O-M-G! How did you find me?” And so it began.
Of course we talked for hours on the phone; we had 20 plus years to catch up on. I had to know everything about everything he had done since we last saw each other and the best part was, he had to know everything about everything I had done too. I hung on ever word he spoke and with each one that crossed his lips, I felt like I was 17 years old all over again. He was still funny and that dirty boy side of him had gone no where; his mind was as dirty as ever if not more!
As it turned out, Scott’s job as a Cell Phone Tower Foreman takes him all over the country and brought him to Boston; only about three hours from my home in upstate NY. Well, you know what that means! Yep…I reserved a room and … Road Trip!
The entire drive down to his Boston hotel I was a basket of emotions. My nerves were raging and the excitement to see a boy (ok, a man) that I was so crazy about in high school was over the top! I could NOT wait! Would he be the same? Would he be very different? I mean, I know he would have grown up and aged but, would he be Scott? Know what I mean? Would he be so different? Would I think I made a mistake and want to run for my life? See…basket of emotions!
The entire trip down he kept calling asking if I had left yet, where I was or how much longer I thought I would be. Of course being that I love surprises so much, I told him lies the entire way down making him think I hadn’t left yet, when actually I had already been driving for over 2 hours. Then I made him think I had just left, when I was really only minutes from the hotel. I knew he was still working and timed it so I could get settled into my room and “prepare myself” to see him. It takes some work to get dolled up and smell pretty!
I parked my car around the back of the hotel so when he got out of work he wouldn’t see the NY license plates and know I was really there. I finally finished getting ready and dialed his room; it took him a minute to realize I wasn’t calling from my cell to his cell and he was speaking to me on his room phone. I finally confessed I was there and gave him my room number. I swear it was still holding the receiver when I heard the knock at the door! My adrenaline was out of control and I could barely make myself seem calm as I slowly rushed to the door and said, “Who is it?” “Open the damn door woman!” With that said I swung the door open and he lunged at me! He grabbed me so fast wrapping his arms so tight around me; the next thing I knew my feet were off the floor! I have never before felt so happy to see someone and definitely never felt like someone was ever happier to see me! I swear we hugged for what seemed like hours but really it was only for a couple of minutes.
You would think we would have felt awkward like people do that don’t know each other very well because they have lost touch for so long but, not even for a second. Even we stood staring at each other then hugging some more. It was like an immediate bond, like we were still kids but with the maturity of adults.
Finally we decided to go to the hotel’s bar and grab a bite to eat, have a few drinks and let me kick his ass in some pool. Through out dinner he would touch me at every opportunity and my body would in turn take every opportunity to feel aroused with every touch. It didn’t matter where he touched me or for what reason. There were flirty looks and words tossed back and fourth; these became more frequent and intimate as the drink count went up. Soon we found ourselves betting on the pool games with sexual suggestions as the pay off. I made sure to tell him the entire time, “I am not going to your room and I am not having sex with you! So you’re only teasing yourself!” “Yes, thank you. I would love another beer.” “Kiss me now damn it!” Jerk.
Before I knew it I was swimming in all kinds of lovey dovey, touchy feely and found myself chanting “I’m gonna get me some to-ni-hight!” then scolding myself in the very next thought! “Bad girl! No!”
Care to take a guess? What do you think happened? I guess you’ll just have to wait until part 2 of my Road Trip to Memory Lane!
Tags: Big Mac, old friends, reunited, road trip, Styx
