All Good Things Must Come to a Dead
We finished Day Twelve driving and driving. Tennessee is is long as hell. Even with a new member to the crew, Ellie, conversation hit an all time low. We were running on empty conversation when we started playing Fuck, Marry, Kill with celebrities, like we know anything about them as people enough to make a real decision. “Zooey Deschanel from New Girl, 500 Days of Summer, and My Idiot Brother. Go” Peter decided to bang New Girl Zooey, kill 500 Days Zooey, and marry Idiot Brother Zooey. He based his answer on the fact that he likes New Girl Zooey’s apartment, he hates Joseph Gordon Levitt so hates 500 Days Zooey by association, and since he believes all marriages are sexless, marrying My Idiot Brother Zooey isn’t an issue that she plays a lesbian. Wow, exciting stuff, right? Nope.
Peter’s friend Chris let us stay at his place for the night. He and Pete chatted about old times since they went to high school together. At first it was awkward, I just drank beer and kept having a shoulder shrugging match with Ellie while Pete and Chris went on. Found out a new fact about Peter, he was the quarterback of his high school football team. I can’t even imagine it, but I guess it happened.
Day thirteen:
Washington D.C., is very nice area. It was impressive. Lots of large political buildings and flush grass filled the city. We parked and walked to the Washington monument, The World War II Memorial, and then the Lincoln Memorial. The place where they filmed Forest Gump and he makes that speech and his microphone gets turned off and end with “That’s all I got to say about that” and the crowd go crazy. The Reflection Pond was nice to walk by to and from the Lincoln Memorial. There were ducks swimming around and the bottom of the water was lined with pennies. Lincoln, sitting in his big old chair seemed to be portrayed in an interesting fashion. His hands on the armrests made him seem anxious and he had a stare full of purpose. I couldn’t help but think of an old episode of the cartoon Ren and Stimpy, where the climbed inside Lincoln’s head to get something. I think it was crackerjacks or something. Pete went one direction and Ellie and I went another. Upon meeting back up I called Peter and said “Let’s meet at that big water fountain.” I said it loud enough that the woman walking ahead of us heard it and she looked back to shoot me this “Oh my god, you are so ignorant” look and it made my day. I’ll be honest, I knew it was the World War II Memorial, but I wanted our meet up to be clear, but she probably didn’t know that it existed until today either, so her judging me was sheer joy. Just because you looked at a map or a brochure doesn’t make you an expert lady, and either way, it’s still water fountain.
On our way to NYC, we drove through Baltimore, which seems like a smaller Boston. That could be a great place to move. It should be a place to at least go back to. It’s full of character and self pride. Seem familiar?
Now the trip is basically over now that I’m in a bus hauling my ass back to Boston. But, as Pete drove through NYC, I had déjà vu. I’m positive that I had a dream a long time back that I would be in the back of car rolling though traffic. I couldn’t make out specifics from within the dream, but the feeling was there. I have a theory about those moments. They happen once in a great while and I can’t explain them fully or use any science to back up this notion, but I believe that these déjà vu moments where you’ve experienced something before in a dream and actively live them out are proof that you are where you should be. Your life timeline is matching up and aligning with its fate. Corny? Yes. Do you have a better explanation? Let me hear it.
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