Other than alcohol and boys our escape in college was going on a road trip. The usual road trip involved driving to New Hampshire for a couple hours to talk or listen to music, either way it was to put our papers, tests or relationships behind us for the time being.
I canÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t quite tell you why this started but I do know it wouldnÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t have been possible without our one friend with a car, The Fly. I heard a while ago that an important part of starting off as a freshman in college is to find a friend with a car, that couldnÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t be truer. If one of our friends had a breakup or if finals were right around the corner weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d all jump in The FlyÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢s car and head for the New Hampshire border, which was only about 15 minutes away from our school.
We had a route we took every time and when we passed by the Welcome to New Hampshire sign weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d all scream out loud. Every once and a while weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d take a random road that weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d never been on before and let ourselves get lost for a while. One time we got so lost I remember driving past the same supermarket three times and ending up on some road in the middle of the forest as tiny frogs seemed to attack our car.
Sometimes weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d drive along with low music in the background as we vented or else weÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢d blast the music as loud as we could to drown out our frustration. Songs we often played were Insane in the Brain by Cypress Hill, You by Candlebox or Total Eclipse of the Heart. We knew them all by heart of course.
I remember when I had my first college breakup they all dragged me out for a long drive to try to bring me out of my funk. When Phat Tony and I both had breakups at the same time we both took a drive together listening to all the anti-guys song we could think of and finally deciding they werenÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢t worth our time anyway.
There were even IÃƒÆ’Ã‚Â¢ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¡Ã‚Â¬ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢m sure a few drives filled with tears but as we arrived back home we were laughing instead. I miss those car rides; I think maybe I need to take more of them even if they are by myself.