Waffle House Adventures

Walking out of the house with Chelsea in the middle of the night gave tonight the feel of summer. Every summer I can remember before I turned thirteen I "snuck" out in the middle of the night with my brother and two of our dear friends to go on what we named 'night walks'. I put "snuck" in quotation marks because my brother and I weren't really sneaking anywhere; our guardian knew we were walking around at night on an island that had nothing but a few homes on it. Our night walks were a great way for us to feel rebellious without being in any real danger. The constellations and meteorites we saw on those nights were the clearest and most beautiful I have ever seen in the night sky. The memory of those nights I doubt will ever leave me nor I hope leave my island family. It must be the lurking love in my heart for our island adventures that made my midnight adventure with chelsea turn from a normal, although awesome night into a true, summer night filled with a sense of wonder and mystery. Instead of quietly walking down dusty roads with familiar faces, we left the house with Wizard Rock blaring to meet someone I had never met. Our Waffle House conversation was most interesting and the fare was quite edible, that is until we found out that the establishment had a 67 health rating. My poor stomach could be currently hurting because I know of the bad health rating or something in the chocolate chip waffle and water I consumed had bacteria/ roach feces in it. Great thought. What was best, other than being with wonderful people, was rolling out of the parking lot where employees were taking their breaks with my bug's windows down blaring "like its quidditch"--a remix of "like a G6".