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09/26/04

Thursday

Permalink 05:15:00 pm by cassie, Categories: Announcements [A]

So I sat there, in my car, exhausted from an 8AM to 9PM day of school. Prior to arriving in the seat, I had sat in an art class (I had to take a free elective in order to stay full-time), watching fairly boring biographical films on Hildegard Von Bingham, or someone in that realm, and had spent enjoyable breaks in the two-hours worth of class talking to particularly enjoyable people. One of my new buddies is a Mark, an aspiring art teacher with a previous BS in psychology, ear-length greasy straight hair, earrings, and a red tattoo on his left wrist of the word "grace" in a gothic typeface. Another new buddy is Amanda, an art-major who switched to human development, who resembles so closely Snow White and who is possibly the most popular girl on campus. She gets driven to school by her mother in a mint-green Mercury Sable Wagon, and she is alwys in heels, her curly black hair falling on her shoulders, wearing a leather jacket and red lipstick. She's beautiful and approachable and everything I will never be, but I'm already completely entagled in the beauty of knowing both her and Mark. They are perfectly delightful and fun people to take a boring nighttime art class with. I find art majors to be the perfect entertainers, and sometimes - often, actually - they don't even have to try.

After saying my goodbyes, I abandoned the halogen lights of class for the cool darkness and a short walk under the streetlights on an empty parkinglot and there I was, sitting in my car and waiting for the fog to dissipate from my windshield. I wish I could always come home at night. The drive down the strip in Nashua is sweetness itself on a Thursday night - emptied of shoppers and too early in the week for teenage cruising, the three lanes are open, inviting, and easy driving, and I always miss all the red-lights by chance. This time of the year is most perfect for driving with the windows down and a smothering sweatshirt on, evening out to the perfect blend of cold air and warmth. Thursdays are like my end of the week, my last day of classes until Monday, my late night, and my cue to sleep in for the next morning. I love my Thursday nights, and they are kind to me in return.

As I drove home, I got a call on my phone, and since it is such a straight long road back to home, I could talk and hear about everyone's day and the events thereof, having sweet conversation to keep me company on an otherwise silent ride. My only big stop was halfway home, when I was sitting on the wrong side of the tracks, waiting for a fifteen-minute train to pass by, warming up without the wind blowing on me, laughing out loud over the phone with the red brakelights glowing in front of me the only thing visible to me. And even that was a lot of fun.

Thursdays are most lovely nights.

7 comments

Comment from: [Visitor]
oh...so poetic! It's a good thing you weren't in the middle of the tracks...that would be a disaster.
09/26/04 @ 18:33
Comment from: Minxling [Visitor]
MinxlingI too have a very long nighttime drive two nights a week, and yes--I love it. I think you described yours far better than I ever could mine, so thank you for that. And I am glad you get to take night class with those splendid-sounding individuals.
09/26/04 @ 20:35
Comment from: Crystal [Visitor]
CrystalMmmmmm. No one can transcribe intranscribable moments like you, Cass.
09/26/04 @ 22:15
Comment from: Sar [Visitor]
SarI, too, thought you were setting us up for saying you were always going to park in the middle of the tracks. Oh well. If you ever decide to, at least you've already got a poetic clinical pathway you can tweak a bit a use.
09/27/04 @ 09:50
Comment from: Sar [Visitor]
SarDo not know where that 'always' came from. It shouldn't be there.
09/27/04 @ 09:51
Comment from: Minx [Visitor]
MinxBTW, would you mind if I linked this post off my blog, Cassie? (Not that anyone really reads my blog that doesn't read yours, ach so) . . . I'd like to describe my drive home by night, but if I link this post of yours, I can just say "What she said, but in a city." :)
09/28/04 @ 18:42
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
CassieWhoooa. I'd be completely and utterly FLATTERED, is all, Faith. :)
09/29/04 @ 05:50
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