Maybe next time, we'll take a map like this with us...
We were told to go to this road to train for the bike leg of the tri. When I got in the car, I told JulzHOLLA! "I stopped listening to the directions when she said something about a gravel road and the highway. So, I hope you were listening."
And JulzHOLLA! said, "Oh yeah, I remember."
Uh-huh.
It was win-win for me. If she did remember, it was sure to be a flatter ride than the current route we have. And if she didn't, well, I was tired from swimming that morning - outside, in 60 degree temps. I'd already accomplished a serious adventure in the "Things I said I'd never ever do" department, and so, I would be okay if I didn't get my bike ride in. I'm just sayin.
We drove out to some desolate place. We were supposed to go out past 204th on Q street. We did. And then we just kept going and going and going. We MIGHT have been distracted by talking about our feelings and then laughing hysterically at them, but whatever. JulzHOLLA! is that girlfriend that I can talk to six times a day and still think of things to tell her or ask her later.
The sun is now starting to go down. We have no clue where we are, and there's no shoulder to ride a bike on that I can see. But there's lots of corn fields. Dear God, is that a sulfur mine? Where the hell are we?
Woopsie, the gas light just came on. And we'd been too busy chatting and laughing to see how far we'd gone out on Q street to know if we should turn around or keep going. We resolved that we had our bikes if we ran out of gas, so that's good right?
Did you know that if you go far enough west on Q street in Omaha, that you'll eventually run into West Center Road? Me either. But we did, and lo, a gas station. JulzHOLLLA! got out to get gas and I reached for my Blackberry to take note of this fantastic adventure that was now necessitating I journal either for the blog, or in case we turn up missing. Either way, journaling, yet again proves to be a necessity.
That's when JulzHOLLA! Get's in the car and says, "What are you doing?"
"Uh, blogging. As a responsible writer, I don't want to lose this moment."
"Okay, but that lady forgot to put her teeth in before she left the house."
"It's getting dark, I don't think we can ride now."
"Yeah, but let's go check out that other bike route you were just talking about and then I think right after that is TCBY."
I really think she is my soul mate at this point.
So, we found a different bike route and resolved to go do that one some other day. Then we sported our spandex at TCBY. Hey, if you do it right, eating is a workout. I'm just sayin.
When we got back to my place, because our husbands insist we live separate from each other. Whatever. But when we got back, Ricardo knew instantaneously that we'd been up to something. Had we pulled over and made out in the back of the minivan, he'd have been completely fine with that. But since we'd gone to get ice cream and not brought him some back, he was shocked and betrayed. And then he just started talking about how someone needed to go get him some Nutter Butters to make it right. I laughed and blew it off.
But 5 minutes after JulzHOLLA! left to go home, she called and simply said,
"Tell Ricardo to meet me out in the driveway."
That fantastic human being had gone to the store and got my man Nutter Butters. And now, he too loves her a little bit more now.
I think we've learned our lesson here: in the midst of crisis, eventually, sweets will fix everything. It wasn't the end to a perfect day, but it was definitely a perfect ending to the day.
That's how I roll.
