We went to Steak and Shake Saturday evening. There's something about the stark contrast of the shiny white and black tiles with the red light up letters that makes me feel so retro. We sat in our booths and everyone ate milkshakes as tall as their faces; like they'd ever heard of a calorie count before. Carefree. Reckless. Ice cream and maraschino cherries.
Saturday nights are like that. Sickly sweet.
Sophie and I sat at the long counter on the stools that swivel. And we just spun and spun and spun until we were all spun out.
"Hey soph, do you want to lend me a quarter?" I ask, gesturing to the line of gumball-esque machines next to the window. I feel like there should be a jukebox. But there isn't, so we just stumble over - world all topsy turvy from our twirling. We slide our quarters in and turn the knob.
It's surprisingly satisfying, the quick turn of the wrist and hearing the click, click, click as your candy comes down. I got a grand total of five Spree chews. Each one a different color. And in the moment in seemed like the most beautiful happenstance in the world.
I ate them one by one, in rainbow order. And I let the melting of the corn syrup on my tongue be my music for just that little while.
Saturday nights are like that. Sickly sweet.
Sophie and I sat at the long counter on the stools that swivel. And we just spun and spun and spun until we were all spun out.
It's surprisingly satisfying, the quick turn of the wrist and hearing the click, click, click as your candy comes down. I got a grand total of five Spree chews. Each one a different color. And in the moment in seemed like the most beautiful happenstance in the world.
I ate them one by one, in rainbow order. And I let the melting of the corn syrup on my tongue be my music for just that little while.
"I let the melting of the corn syrup on my tongue be my music for just that little while."
ReplyDeleteThat's a great line.