My good friend Jazz and I got into the car and took off to the desert.
We weren’t sure what to expect but we had our minds set. We were going to have a good time no matter what.
The drive was long but we spent it catching up with each other’s news never failing to shock one another.
We were there, in the desert, not sure if we’re heading the right way, until we saw the light calling us to head towards it’s direction.
We walked in, and looking around we felt disappointed but we insisted we will have a good time, so we slapped a smile on our faces and danced the night away.
Friends kept coming and going and fake smiles were plastered throughout the night.
A few hours and blisters later we left.
The drive back was a drive down memory lane. Listening to music we danced on in our teens. Groove Theory, Zhane, TLC, Janet, Aaliyah, and more, much more.
My smile became an authentic smile.
… and then, when I was almost home, and thinking my night was over, I was attacked… by the hiccups!!