Do you really want Taco Bell this late?
Yes? Yes I want Taco Bell at 11:35 P.M. Yes I want any food that I can get in less than three minutes. I would gladly in my pajamas, get in my car and drive to the nearest location.
It doesn’t even have to be Taco Bell. I’ll take McDonald's, Wendy’s, scary gas station runs where the person behind the counter gives you strange looks as you place all your bagged candy and chips on the counter.
Yes, it is Tuesday night and I woke up at 1 P.M. and I have done nothing worthwhile today. I ate one meal because of inability and inhibition to cook. And at this hour, I am ready and prepared to go the distance for a quesalupa.
...fine.
I typed out as your desire to go did not match my own. Money, calories, and effort filled my mind as your words shot me down. Maybe it’s for the best, I tell myself. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
If you want it we can go
We can go
She messaged back toying with my emotions. My walls breaking down once more at the thought of food, late night food. Late night food on a summer night with a good friend. What is right anymore? Do I follow my dreams? Do I take this step to further my happiness? Or is it simply a phase? I don’t need it, right? It’s late, I should instead go to bed or eat a fruit. I’ve already been pushed down so should I go through with this? The more I think about it the more reason overtakes desire and I am left in a state of confusion.
No we don’t have to. I respond.
We can go, let’s go
Should we just meet there?
Perhaps this small adventure was just the beginning. Yes. Taco Bell at midnight on a Tuesday night. Driving in the silent streets with my music playing loudly and windows rolled down, I could go anywhere at this moment, I could do just about anything. I pulled into Taco Bell and got a quesalupa, two soft shell tacos, a burrito supreme, and nachos supreme. All for me, all for this one night. This night where I let myself be free and gorge myself in fast food. No regrets, no looking back. Just me, this night, and Taco Bell.
We ate at a park and talked about friends and the rest of the week. We ate and laughed and I realized that half the food I got was garbage. I ended up throwing most of it away, but that really wasn’t the point of tonight. I wanted to sneak out, eat crap food, hang out with my friend, and feel the rush of summer. Which I did.
We made it to the swings and talked about our goals for this year and for our lives. We discussed high school briefly and how things have changed. Our college lives can’t compare to those lukewarm high school days. No, we really are starting the rest of our lives in these moments. These summer nights where we can still drive, talk, and eat will always be important to me. When we can still be young and stupid with hardly any consequences.
In this early stage of summer, with air that still has bite to it, we sat on swings at two in the morning under a full moon and talked about our lives. This is why I asked so late. This is why I wanted to go to Taco Bell. Yes, this is why I am in love with summer.
