Today I decided to choose a fluffy prompt to tackle. In light of the new year, I have been working hard on a t-shirt quilt (pictures will be posted when it is completed, I assure you) and my love of t-shirts has been known for a long time.
Prompt #4
You've just lived through the apocalypse and you have only one t shirt. Which is it and why?
One t-shirt? I get only one? I need a shower just thinking about that. Well, the t shirt I would choose would be my favorite soft grey tee that holds the wonderfully roguish visage of one Han Solo. This shirt has a bit of a convoluted story behind it, but I will try to distill it down as best as possible.
It was a brisk April evening as the fog was beginning to roll in. The ozone scent from the firework show had dissipated into the crisp scent of churros and childlike happiness. The Land of Disney always smelled like that, ever since I could remember. This time around, I was traveling with my high school choir for Disney Magic Music Days, and was surrounded by my dearest and closest friends. We spent countless hours bouncing from ride to ride, swapping Fast Passes and goofing around like any group of choir kids would in Disneyland.
There was one friend in particular whom I was fond of. My best friend turned boyfriend and I, let loose in a place where magic is as real as air, were unstoppable. Our main group of friends all ended up being in pairs, everyone having their "main squeeze" to hold. Each having our own interpretation of romance. For us, in particular, ours was a love born out of geekdom, forged among our love of Sci-fi, and inflamed by our knack for story-telling. I, being the much bigger Star Wars fan (and he knew it, after having it proved to him time and time again) always begged for another go on Star Tours. He, being the generous and doting beau, would indulge me by accompanying me at least once each day. Yup, he was that good.
This particular night was one of the last, I can't seem to remember if it was the last or not. Star Tours had a five minute wait, I couldn't resist. Once again, we made it through another of those crazy tours and came out in the gift shop, as all Disneyland attractions seem to lead.
"Is there anything in here that you really wanted?" He asked me. He knew I'd been collecting souvenirs for my younger siblings and hadn't found something for myself yet, and our time was nearly up.
"A t-shirt, I really want a t-shirt." I replied. Thus the hunt began. The park was closing soon. I felt like Cinderella, looking for my Prince Charming t-shirt before the clock struck twelve. With his help, we found all sorts of different prints, makes, styles, and colors. Yet, they were either insanely over-the-top Disney retail prices or not quite to my taste. Just as I was about to give up, one last shelf of t shirts caught my beau's eye.
"What about these?" He gestured. I fingered my way through the muted browns and greys, searching for a design that would satisfy the graphic snob in me. Then... I saw it. Light grey, with a blue detail and dark grey printing. It depicted my favorite film character of all time. My love for him was only leveled with my love of libraries. He knew that, my good old beau did. Without words, only the thrilled look and inevitable "squee" that sat on my lips, I held the shirt up for him to see. With a warm smile and a shake of his head, he said, "Done, let's get it." and took my hand as I bit my lip in pure excitement.
That trip was the highlight of my high school years. Believe me, there weren't many, if you can imagine any high school experience. That time I got to spend with him before parting ways for college life was certainly magical. Now I will have a t-shirt to commemorate that lovely experience. And that thing had better survive the apocalypse, heaven knows I paid enough for it.
This is Meg, signing off.
IN CASUS PERGIT
No comments:
Post a Comment