This day ends up being long, to the tune of 20 hours long: I got up at 4 am and I finally crashed at around midnight. It was basically two days crammed into one, so I'll split it into two parts.
A insisted at the close of last night that she'd be up to say goodbye, but of course she wasn't and I knew she wouldn't because she's an exhausted mother of two children, so I wasn't surprised. I managed to make it out the door without leaving anything behind, except Her Smoke Rises Up Forever. I didn't realize that for a while, and when I finally did I was a little sad because I get sentimental about books from friends, but I already have other books from Noah in my library (The Fifth Season, Harpo Speaks!, Name of the Rose) so I wasn't as heartbroken as I might have otherwise been when I finally realized what had happened.
"I absolutely do not trust myself to drive on any leg of this trip," I told L as we get ready. "Driving myself? Fine. If I eat it, whatever. But you're a dad now. I couldn't live with myself if something happened. I'll stay up and keep you company, though." Which is a bigger deal promise than maybe it sounds because I can fall asleep in cars at the drop of a hat.
"That's fair."
It was still dark when we took off. The only other cars we saw were trucks and tractor trailers. Every time we passed one, I held my breath and tensed up. I trusted L; I did't trust truckers on the road at 4 am.
"The one thing I really wanna do on this trip is get breakfast at a proper greasy spoon truck stop diner," L said early on in the drive. "A place where you can sit on stools at the counter. I can't do that with the boys. I was thinking we could find one once we get to Massachusetts."
"Omigod, yes. Sweden doesn't do diners. That sounds perfect. My treat."
We hit Mass at around 6 in the morning, and after a little futzing with the GPS we decided to try a coffee shop in a strip mall. I was wary, because it's hard to have a proper diner in a strip mall, but coffee is coffee and you want the driver on your road trip to be as awake and alert as possible, so I took the compromise.
Except it wasn't a compromise, and inside it was a proper full-on greasy spoon, including the low-budget Americana decor.
Yes, we got to sit on stools at the counter. L was pleased as punch and so was I.
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| Big fluffy American waffles! |
"If this isn't nice, what is?" I thought to myself, and for the half-hour or so that we were relaxing and having a proper roadtrip breakfast, I could forget about all of the stress and awfulness going on around us.
The glass display counter by the register had some baked goods, because of course, and so we each picked out a donut to have as a snack later as I paid up. The shelf behind the register also boasted a number of teas; in addition to the usual English Breakfast and Earl Grey, I spotted THIN MINTS TEA.
"Holy crap, they make thin mints tea now?!"
The waitress gushed. "Oh yeah, it's great. Here, take a bag. Free sample."
"Aw, nice. Thanks!"
Spoiler alert: it's a pretty tasty tea.
The sun was up now. It was weird to think that it was 7 am and we'd been up for hours. Bolstered by our food (diner food is magic, I'm pretty sure), we continue northwards. There were other cars on the road now; it felt more normal and less lonely and apocalyptic. Once we hit Maine, we pulled over in a rest stop to have our donuts and change out of lazy driving clothes into proper wedding clothes.
This was when L realized that the pants he meant to wear, with the cigars he bought for the occasion, were at home, but the good news is he had everything else, including another pair of dress-y pants in the car already, so it wasn't a sartorial emergency. We also realized that we didn't have the address for the church and since neither of us had data on our phones, I put in a call to A to do some Internet sleuthing for us.
"Hi sweetie!" A chirped. I was calling from L's phone.
"Hi sweetie yourself," I joked back. She laughed.
"Oh, hi Koba. Everything going okay?"
"Yeah, peachy keen. But can you do us a favor and look up an address for us? The invitation only has the address for the reception, not where the ceremony's going to be."
"Sure, just a second." I could hear her negotiate with the oldest over use of the tablet, and some wondering aloud about if the place she found Googling was where we were going, but eventually she found it.
"Sorry I wasn't up to see you guys off. I totally meant to, but..."
"Nah, it's fine. We left super early."
"Well, have a good time! It was good to see you. That was a good talk we had. It's a lot to think about."
"Anytime. It was good to see you, too. I'm sure I'll be around again at some point. People can't stop getting married." Four more friends from this college crowd aren't married yet and I can safely assume I'll be invited to those weddings, plus Noah's if they decide to take that leap. Plus the odd assortment of friends I have outside of Hamilton. "Have fun with the boys."
"I will. Bye Koba!"
"Bye!"
L had estimated the time for the wedding ceremony wrong, but in our favor: he was planning for 10:00 am, not 10:30. "Oh, sweet. Then we have time to get some Moxie!"
I laughed. "Yes, definitely."
We found the nearest grocery store according to the GPS and L helped himself to the remaining cases of diet Moxie left on the shelf, four in all. He knew that an anniversary present from A arrived in the mail the other day, but I had no idea if he knew that it was Moxie. Well, it's not like it'll sit around unappreciated, I thought.
"Someone likes Moxie," an older woman remarked quizzically, confused over why someone would stock up on so much regional soft drink. Diet, at that.
"We don't have it in Albany," L explained, and the woman maybe nodded or said something, I forget, but we made a beeline for the checkout, loaded up the car, and returned to the church-adjacent neighborhood to find some parking.
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