Hippie Hot Springs – Part 5


I’m on vacation, so I won’t be able to blog this week. Instead of leaving my blog empty, I’ve decided to share a fun journal entry I wrote during my vegan transition. It’s too long for a blog post, so I’ve broken it into short pieces.

Hippie Hot Springs – Part 5

I wanted to give her a piece of my mind, but, angry as I was, I had to remain focused on getting to Iowa before Josh left. So instead of arguing, I told her about my conversation with Josh’s mom and my plan.

“I can’t believe Josh is doing this to you, what a mega jerk! Damn right, we’ll get there before he leaves.”

I was relieved that my sister was onboard with my plan, and we got back on the road and took turns driving late into the night. While I was driving, we ran low on gas. We passed a small mom and pop gas station, but it was closed for the night. I drove awhile more hoping we’d come to a gas station soon. And, thankfully, a well lit gas station appeared in the distance. Unfortunately, the car sputtered to a halt before we got there.

My sister woke up when the car stopped and blurted, “I told you to get gas a long time ago.”

I couldn’t understand why she was blaming me for running out of gas and I said, “the last gas station we passed was closed.”

“What do you mean? It was open and I told you to go there.”

I knew she was wrong but instead of saying so, I barked, “Come on; let’s walk to the gas station.”

I started walking, but my sister sulked by the car. I was nervous about walking to the gas station alone, but if I had to do it, I would. To my relief, however; Michelle caught up with me after a few minutes. Just after this two guys pulled up and asked if we needed a ride. I was so consumed with the thought of getting to Iowa before Josh left that I did something I wouldn’t normally do. I said, “We ran out of gas, would you mind giving us a ride to the gas station?”

The guys drove us to the station, waited for us to fill a gas can and then drove us back to our car. I thanked them for their help and they drove off. After they left, my sister, who had been giving me the silent treatment for the past 45 minutes, angrily said, “I can’t believe you accepted a ride from those two rednecks! They could have murdered us!”

I was clueless about my sister’s logic. Earlier today she had gone onto a stranger’s hippie bus, accepted drugs from someone she didn’t know, insisted that we give a professional bum a ride, and then she questions me when I accept a ride from two normal-looking, clean cut guys to get us to a gas station. As I said, my sister and I are different!

That’s the end of part 5, and this story is almost done. Come back tomorrow to see how it all ends.

Photo courtesy of Cruise Art.

About celestedimilla

Hey there. I’m Celeste, California girl, writer, psychotherapist and burgeoning plant-based foodie.
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3 Responses to Hippie Hot Springs – Part 5

  1. Mike Lince says:

    I have to wait until tomorrow to find out how it ends? You are killing me!

  2. I think sis was miffed about running out of gas ;-). Ah, sisters…

  3. Sophie33 says:

    The following story,!!!
    I can’ t wait!

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