Personal Writing: Our Trip To See The Band last One Standing :: essays research papers

private Writing Our Trip to See the Band "Last One standing(a)"This past Friday I traveled down to Burlington with my friends Justin,Jamie, and Steve. The purpose of our trip was to give away Justin and his band, LastOne Standing, play at his old high schoolhouse in Colchester. We all met around terce oclock, then piled into Justins black, Volkswagen GTI, behind theSenators dorm. His motorcar being a little used, it took fifteen minutes to actuallybe on our way. We put on some fast-paced driving music, a band calledINTEGRITY(theyre a hardcore band), and left the worries of Johnson behind us.The trip was a lot smoother in good company, even though our driver,Justin was getting a little frustrated while driving in tough traffic. He has ashort temper, and following a line of cars that atomic number 18 going thirty-five miles anhour in a fifty order does not help. A sigh of relief passed through the car aswe came into Burlington. Justin dropped me off at my house in Burl ington atfour oclock, a few hours before his show started. I imprint my plans with themfor later and displace them on their way. Something about being home makes me feelmuch more than relaxed. Walking into your house and immediately recognizing thatperfect smell of freshness (my mammary gland keeps a clean house), flopping yourself ontoyour comfortable bed, now this is what makes me feel at peace.I was sticking out(p) tobe home, knowing that I was going to key out Kristie,a friend of exploit that Imquite fond of.     A few hours slipped by with no real happenings. I was reallylooking forward to seeing Kristie. She called around six, and made plans to stopby at seven. I was more than excited to see her, and when she showed up Icouldnt stop smiling(I was really happy to see her). We talked for a few hours,which let me forget about my plans with Justin and the guys. It had beensnowing since early that afternoon, and by nine-thirty we had three or fourinches. Kristie lives in Shelburne, which is south of Burlington, andrealizing the long drive in front of her, we decided to take off. We headedtowards Colchester High School hoping that her car would make it there, andback to her house. It wasnt a problem, it only took us longer than we hadexpected. Kristie gave my a hug, a few kisses, some cigarettes, and we saidour good-byes. She drove off into the snowy night, and already I missed her.