I’m laying in bed, watching a movie. The husband person is out celebrating Carlos’ birthday. It’s 1AM, yes I should be asleep, but since it is spring break, my schedule is all wonky. I hear a noise. Noises aren’t unusual, as we are by the highway. But this noise continually gets closer and closer. It’s a sound that I recognize instantly.
It’s the sound of two drunk men racing the plasma cars down the hill. At 1 AM. I go out in my pj’s and stand at the end of the driveway. I can see the tall and thin silhouette of Mr. Husband and the large round shape of Carlos walking up the hill. I wait, and then I hear them start. Whooping and hollering then come racing down. I can see the glow of the Husband person’s cigarette. As they stop in front of me, they laugh like a couple of seven year old boys. Have I mentioned that my husband person is 33? And Carlos is now 23? Both are drunk and loopy.
As I type this, they come in and decide they are hungry. They know better than to ask me to make them some food!