Last Tuesday, we were driving through 8 street on our way to FIU, and he mentioned, as he usually does:
"This street always makes me want to take a road trip."
But, instead of me saying,
"Yeah, me too."
He said, "Wanna go to Naples on Saturday?"
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I'm thinking, Naples, as in, on-the-the-side-of-the-state-of-Florida NAPLES???
"Really?"
"Yeah, let's do it."
So that's it, we're going to Naples, just like that.
That was Tuesday. Now today, Thursday, yup, more spontaneousness.
(I typed spontaneousNESS and Chrome suggested I change it to spontaneity, but it just doesn't do it for me, oh well.)
Anyway, I had to snapshot this, because I had to keep a memento of the instant when I almost urinated on myself:
Two dollars. Forty-three cents. Bank rollin. |
Anyway, 5-hundred-something dollars, just spent on 2 Ultra tickets. If my dad finds out I took that much money out of my savings account, he will kill me. Literally. I don't mean that as a euphemism.
I really don't.
Maybe I can convince him it's a long term investment? That I'm buying them early so I can sell them later to make a profit?
Nah, I didn't think so.