The date was October 7th, 2011 and the temperature was unseasonably warm and with temperatures reaching 80° it was a beautiful Friday afternoon…
I say afternoon because unlike most that is when I normally wake up these days and by one o`clock in the afternoon the sun glaring in through the windows finally gets on my nerves. I spent the night dreaming of place where “everything was good and everyone was happy”, I know… how cliché`? For whatever reason the night before the cats were left free to roam the house so of course at some point while I was sleeping mouse (the cat) decided to pee on the pair of shorts I was planning on wearing today. “Fuck” I say aloud with only myself to blame, it looks like I’m wearing jeans again today because I have no other options so I grab my jeans and head towards the shower.
Coming down the stairs was unlike most days prior as I am greeted by a familiar face with the most beautiful smile. My dear friend Brittany was awake on the couch after spending the night following a fall out with her family. Now to all the guys reading this it is important to be descriptive while setting the scene and even more importantly, the girl. So let me start by saying that this girl is a product of a strong and beautiful gene pool. Standing at just five foot, four inches and starting from the tips of her toes to the split ends of her dirty blonde hair Brittany, is just absolutely stunning. Easily the one of the most beautiful women I know aside from my mother, of course.
As I greet her “Good morning” she smiles wide while stretching her arms out forward. I swear, for someone who just woke up she is just as beautiful as I remembered. It’s hard being friends with a girl so beautiful because I spend much of my time pulling myself back from leaning in to kiss her perfect lips. Instead, I lean down and mess her hair up a bit while asking her how she slept. It didn’t take long after everyone was awake before it was time to head out and grab some lunch with my roommate and good friend Joshua. After driving around a bit we settled on “Mo’s Irish Pub”, a pub style restaurant located just off Bluemound Avenue in Brookfield.
Before she gets out of the car she quickly checks the mirror and puts her hair up, and just like that she is a woman who knows she wants. As we make our way into the restaurant Brit takes the lead making sure to pause before the door in front of her and waiting for one of us to open it. I look down at Josh as we’re both smiling, “just go with it” I thought as I reached down and grab the door. “Is there room for us to outside?” Brit asks the hostess, “certainly” she replies and we make our way towards the foyer. After grabbing lunch the three of us headed to Paradise Springs for an early evening nature walk and some picture taking at the spring house.
Throughout the day Brittany has been awake and dreaming, while standing still her mind moves forward which makes it difficult at times to always understand her… but I do. All it takes is a quick glance, a smile or a laugh and she reminds of that. It’s in these moments where we live and everything else is just shades of gray. It’s those subtle moments where her slow reach for my hand whispers her love for me which takes my breath away. She has spent most of the day away and dreaming, so you can imagine my surprise when I asked her “so what’s next” and she replied back with “haunted house”. “I can do that” I reply as I turn up the radio and head towards “The Bears Den”, a haunted woods attraction located just outside of town.
With the exception of music and a few short conversations it has been a fairly quiet afternoon and evening, so it comes as no surprise that sleeping beauty is about to get woken up abruptly as we purchase our tickets and jump in the back of the car, an actual “hurst” which drives into the darkness and towards the woods. “This is a cool car” Brit whispers while her eyes start sweeping around, “It was used to carry dead people” I reply as her eyes open wider. Now picture being sound asleep and having someone pour water on your face. That’s pretty much how it went down the second Brittany heard the actor start the chainsaw and open the back door… “I don’t want to do this anymore” she screams as she quickly makes her way out of the car and into the gate.