Not so Silent Night

Alas, I have something to write about as my Christmas day was not quiet and boring in the least. Ok, so my friend came over and she was upset. Her sister didn't make any time for just her on her birthday, (yes she is unfortunate enough to have the same birthdate as Christmas) and so I suggested we go for a ride in her car. We do random drives on a regular basis. I thought it would take her mind off her sadness and maybe, just maybe, we could go to the local 7-11 and get a slurpee.

So we took off, heading eastward and just talking, shooting the shit, making up wildly amazing stories that only her and I would understand. We just...work that way y'know? Whenever I would look in the side view mirrors I would see how pitch black it really was as when I looked forward her high beams were on and lighting up the path in front of us. It was scary, it was exhilarating, it was the darkest of dark out at 5:30pm we seriously thought time was off and it should have been after 12 midnight.

We reached a point where we decided to turn around and go back home. She turned into a driveway and turned the car around perfectly. And we took the exact same route home. But at one point the road had turned into two lanes. Now, my friend is not the brightest of drivers so by the time she realized it she was straddling two lanes. And as she was picking the lane to drive in, this huge black truck {who had NO HEADLIGHTS ON} came zooming up alongside just as she decided to merge into that lane. I saw it, a few seconds too late and I braced myself for impact as she hit the back of his truck with the driver side of her car.

Let me tell you I almost peed my pants after when I saw this big lug of a guy get out of his car and head towards us. {Like in the movie Better off Dead when the burger joint place guy comes after John Cusack and tries to pull him outta the car.} And he said to my friend, "you sure picked a good time and place to do this didn't ya?" Um, excuse me sir...where were your headlights??!!? But we were both too shaken up to realize this. So they exchanged information and he went on his merry way.

But as a result I got bad whiplash and my muscles were so sore for about two days afterwards. I felt so bad for Becky though. She was close to tears but kept composed. I don't think I have ever seen her cry before Sunday. She is a trooper and cries privately when she is alone. But I know she is comfortable enough around me to know I would never make her feel embarrassed to show emotion.

I am a little nervous about getting in the car with her. We have had many near misses and that night made me realize the possibilities that could happen if I get in the car with her again. *GULP*