Lemme set the scene for you: Today is my sisters birthday. She is 24 years old and ready to party!
The past two years she’s been planning this birthday trip to Vegas. So much happy and excitement. We packed, we cleaned the house, we left notes for Curious George so he can take care of business while we are away.
On the road!! We were making good time, singing songs, laughing and talking about everything. Things are good. Life is great. Get ready Vegas, here we come!!
Then, about 30 miles outside of Holbrook we end up in a loooonnnggg line of traffic. Single lane.
The car is stopped for 15 minutes. Gotta turn off the car. We get pissy, my sister and her friend start getting snarky. Everyone in the car has to suddenly pee really bad!!! It’s 94 degrees outside. Cloudless with a slight breeze.
Time goes by, we get out and walk around. Sit back in the car. Bitch a little. Consider going offroading in a ford fusion just to go the other direction. The girls get out to talk to the truckers. I sit inside the hot shade of the car like the good vampire I am.
Apparently there are three semi trucks that crashed and rolled over in the middle of the one lane construction zone here about 25 miles outside of Holbrook on i40. Nobody is going anywhere. Cleanup crew is on its way but it will be a few hours before they get here.
On the plus side – I get excellent coverage here.
So what else is three bored young women in their 20’s supposed to do in the middle of the desert with nothing to do?
You betcha! My sisters friend went into the trunk and brought out a huge bottle of wine.
“Let’s get drunk in the middle of nowhere!” Says them.
“Let’s make this into an adventure!” Says I. (Since I’m driving I am not going drink, but will watch as they get plastered in the back seat.)
Only problem: no cork pulley outy thingy.
Fuck balls.
-swooshing cape noise –
Never fear! There are truck drivers near!! It took one truck driver and a nice man from the minivan in front of us with a spare cork pulley outy thingy, but the cork is out and the girls have made use of empty Starbucks espresso bottles as wine glasses.
It’s hot as hell, the wind has died down and it feels even hotter than before. But the girls are getting toasted and celebrating her birthday in the back of a hot car in the middle of the desert.
As long as we have good memories on my sister’s birthday – all is well. We’ll get to Vegas eventually.
Life is good.
Aurora Moncayo 