A Year Later

So almost a year later to the day, I'm finally getting ready to rise to college.  I was the last guest to leave an all nighter for me and had gotten good and drunk so I'd look and feel my best for the first day at university. I remember spending the rest of the night packing my belongings, talking quietly about the future and change with my friend Brian Warner as he passed out in a chair. As daylight dragged I was dragging my bags up to the driveway to wait for Ann.
Ann, my friend whom I had met on my way to the jungles of Honduras.  We were inseperable in those days and when it came time to travel away to school, there she was, in the infamous 60's Dodge Dart, pulling into my driveway for us to head to Bellingham together.  I can remember at some point she decided that it was my turn to drive. I had never bothered to get a license then, or learn to drive for that matter. Never needed one; never needed to. But, if Ann wanted me to drive then drive I would. She pulled over and we switched places and I drove us all the to our new home.  I remember her being so excited to sit in the passenger seat for once. We laughed and talked all the way up. 
Finally, at the end of the trip, we pulled into my parking lot where Brian Warner's older brother Jay and I would be sharing a flat. I saw Ann almost every day that year and was friends with her for years after that; but, the moment I always remember was the laughter on the drive.