Bohemian Rhapsody = the theme music for my friends and I. I'm not kidding. Every time we here the beginning line, "Is this the real life...?" we're hooked like a fish biting on an exceptionally juicy worm. What is this power that this song posses? We don't know...all that we know is that we are helpless to the phenomenal authority this song wields.
That is the song that yesterday ended on. Amanda (Adriana's sister) decided to give us (Adriana, Kenz, and myself) a ride home. Once in the car we were already blasting Mama Mia, singing (Kenz and I uncertainly) to the song and making amazing fools of ourselves as we exited the parking lot of Cottonwood High School. It was then that Amanda and I decided that we were hungry, and where else do we go but the legendary Woody's?
Walking in you immediately take in the aroma of ice cream and hamburgers, the old 50s-70s music playing from the brightly colored jukebox in the corner. If that's not paradise, I don't know what is. Of course we all order the same thing: The Student Special with Curly Fries for $3.50. We picked a booth and immediately started talking about anything and everything, laughing and enjoying ourselves while we waited for our food.
Stuffing our faces, we continued to talk, me mostly about stupid things as Adriana and Kenz explained my "What if..." questions to Amanda, and how they were usually about monkey's swinging from tree to tree in our neighborhood or as we ride home on the bus. Little did we know that the time was trickling by. Eventually someone has the sense to look at a clock (and not the small Coke one in the restaurant that permanently reads 11:00). Two hours had passed since we entered the restaurant!
Smiling and laughing at each other we decided that it was probably best to get home. Getting into the car we, again, we blasted music and sang at the top of our lungs in which reminded me of a classic movie with a car full of girls in a convertible, hair flying in the air, and doing the exact same thing we were doing. Although...we were cooler because we didn't need the convertible, instead using Amanda's old, lightening stripped car.
Suddenly, the beginning voices of Bohemian Rhapsody start up through the radio. "No Amanda! I can't afford my neck hurting in the morning!" I yell, but it's too late...I'm already caught up in the sounds and voices of the song.
P.S. I've decided that I want a jukebox for my 16th birthday.
2 comments:
FREAKING GO US!
Haha. I love our friends. We definitely need to start doing that more often. I'll get a job (and then hopefully a car) and then we can go to Woody's all the time.
All you need now is your shirt!
(This post was exceptionally well written. Somehow you're even more entertaining than usual!)
Friends are the best. Glad you were singing Mama Mia in the car and not in the theatre like the six females that stood the whole movie and sang at the top of their lungs when I went to see the movie. Very annoying. Love your writing.
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