My alarm went off at 6:45am Sunday morning, giving me just enough time to brush my teeth, splash water on my face, throw some clothes on and pull my hair back into a ponytail. I woke Rama up 5, and again 10, minutes later. We had an event to attend.
The good thing about getting up and on the freeway so early on a Sunday is that there’s no traffic. I blasted the iPod, singing along to Beth Orton, and before we knew it we were there. Easy, right? Wrong. I called Sidra to find out where we had to meet. “You’re here already?” she asked. “Yup,” I said, proudly.
It turned out we were early. Two hours early. “Shut up,” I said. “Really?”
My heart sank. I felt like a fool for getting the time so clearly wrong. I felt guilty that I dragged us out of bed so early on a Sunday morning for no good reason. Mostly, though, I felt lost because here we were, in a town I only knew for its outlet shopping and airport, at 8 in the morning, with time to kill and no clue how to kill it.
After driving around for several minutes, we found an iHop where we decided to camp out, because, well, why not? I figured I could use a cup of coffee and I wasn’t about to say “no” to pancakes and bacon either. As we settled into the booth toward the back of the restaurant, a song came on the radio. “Do you hear that?” Rama asked.
I shook my head.
“Listen,” he told me.
“Everybody plays the fool…” sang Aaron Neville. What could we do but laugh?
|As you can see, one minute is just enough time to make drawings that sometimes sort of look like the subject. Imagine what I could do with two minutes…