A few years ago, I was having a really bad day so my friend decided we were taking a trip that second. That exact moment–no prep.
So we got in the car and went.
It ended up being a really fun trip. We went out past Manassas to the battle fields there, toured them, and had some quality time with the staff in the visitor’s center.
All in all a good time.
After a relaxing dinner at the neighborhood Cracker Barrel, we drove around and talked about the bad day.
And my friend said F-it. Let’s do something crazy.
So at the next battlefield looking thing, we pulled over and laid in the grass.
We were outside some sort of old-looking building we assumed was historical. My friend pulled a flask out and offered it to me. It was a flask of Jack.
Wow, we really were rebels now. Drinking on a battlefield we probably weren’t supposed to be on that late at night in the first place.
We were criminals on the
run laying down in a field.
We spent a good part of the night feeling pretty badass.
The next day my friend called me with some bad news. It turns out we weren’t laying out at a battlefield. The part of the area we pulled over at was part of the national park.
Which meant it was totally legal for us to be there at night. And it was also legal to drink.
So we spent a while night giggling while we did something totally legal.
James Dean disapproves.
Of course, it’s the intention that counts, right? So we had the intention of breaking the law… …just don’t tell the cops that, alright?