We (Alice and Quinn, duh) met about a
year ago, but as it turns out, we have been neighbors most of our
lives. Well, we grew up in neighboring states anyway. Recently, we
decided to take a road trip back to the homelands to visit with some
friends.
Here's the thing about these friends:
they are all race car drivers. Seriously. That's what they do. So
the big event that weekend was going to be a kart race among some of
them. These karts go about 40 mph, which is pretty fast for what
could be considered a children's toy. They were all pretty psyched
for it. Well, it was the general consensus that the two of us would
just be in the way if we tried to drive against the “professionals”
(Weekend Warriors) so we decided (slash were requested) to sit out
the race and find other ways to occupy our time.
We hiked all the way across the street
to a Target where we found all kinds of awesome swag. Right when we
walk through the door, we are greeted with GIANT cat erasers.
Seriously, they are giant (At least three inches). And only one
dollar a piece. Two please. #StillKids #ButWithAnIncome
After wandering the store, trying on
superhero masks and checking out their sweet CD collection, we
stumbled into an aisle filled with the most glorious selection of
coloring books two grownups could hope for. Kittens, My Little Pony,
The Avengers... Heaven. We armed ourselves with some crayons
(Crayola, 24 pack) and set off to create some masterpieces.
#BestDayEver
Right as we were leaving the store, the
guys picked us up. Apparently, their race got pushed back and we
suddenly had a couple of hours to kill. We decided that Dave and
Busters was an appropriate place for young adults to hang in the
middle of the day. What kind of shenanigans could we get into there?
As if we weren't acting like children enough, we were suddenly armed
with some D&B's cards and given free reign of the whole place.
They even let us play without supervision! #ProbablyAMistake. We
scoped out the prize area to determine what our goal ticket count
would be for the day. Almost immediately, and simultaneously, we
spotted the most glorious prizes – Unicorns! It was fate. And
that was it. The day would not end until we each had a unicorn in
our possession.
We have hinted before that we are
competitive people. We like to win. We have to win. And when the
prize is a unicorn, it doesn't matter how many people we have to
crush to get there. We even bartered with our friends to exchange a
few of our precious swipes on a four-person game of air hockey for
all of their tickets. I mean, the game was fun, but we didn't have
time to waste! The minutes were ticking away and we had unicorns to
save, I mean, win!
The clock struck. The karters were
anxious to get to the track. We used up all our credits. It was the
moment of truth. We took our collective winnings to the register and
weighed up our tickets. And when the total ticked across the screen,
we both lost whatever adult composure we had left. We won the
unicorns! Completely enthused, we rushed over to the rack to pick
out our new friends, nearly knocking out a 5-year-old in the process.
She was picking out a unicorn as well. #GoodTaste. As we decided
on what color to get (white with a pink or blue mane), she looked up
at us and exclaimed, “I've got a pink one, too!” We both looked
down at the little girl and laughed. She was hugging her new unicorn
and sporting a T-shirt with a cat on it. In that moment we knew
there was hope for the future, and humanity. This little girl was on
the right path.
Sometimes dreams do come true. For
example, we now both have pet unicorns.
Keep living your daydream,
-Alice & Quinn
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