When Ya'll Are Sleeping...

Apr 4, 2017
3 min read

It was a Tuesday evening like any other Tuesday evening on the grid. Trip and Rai started out with normal conversation about photography and technique. However, soon the conversation took a dive into deep waters, and the two contemplated the meaning of life and which Spice Girl was the hottest. Now these two characters were normally polite and well adjusted members of SL society. They would NEVER question the hotness factor of respectable musical artists. Rai stopped the conversation with a revelation, "Trip! Look at what we are becoming. We have sank to a new low. I think the lack of dancing is driving us to a lonely depression.". Trip thought carefully on Rai's words to only nod in agreement. "I think you are right Rai. We should be dancing. Dancing is what we do!". The pair started to frantically comb over their extensive friend lists to find it was not extensive at all. Why oh why hadn't they made American friends???? Rai started to role call the names just to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. "There is no one. No Jacky...no Belle...No Ines!". Trip was tossing calling cards all over the room. "Tate is sleeping. Nime is sleeping. How can Ines not be on???? It is over man. We are alone in this great big world.". Tears may have started to fall, but surely there was a solution? A lightbulb went off over Trip's head. "There is only one thing we can do Rai. We must run away to the Euro timezone so we are on their time zone. Then there will be dancing always and forever.". Rai's face lit up as this was the best idea he had ever heard! They both knew it would be a long journey and essential supplies were...well essential. They agreed to gather what they needed for the journey and to meet at the only place they knew where they could borrow a boat. They quickly met up at NorderNey and presented each other with their supplies. Collectively. they had brought two different beers, cigars, their cameras, a puppy, and a pepperoni pizza. They had no idea how far the journey would be, but obviously they were prepared. They practically skipped and galloped to the little blue row boat that Jacky had left out unguarded. All the supplies were loaded carefully into the vessel, and they both sat down ready for departure. Trip opened up a couple of beers and grabbed a slice of pizza. Rai reached for his beer, and a look of concern came over his face, "Dude...the boat is not moving. How do we make it go?". Trip started looking around for a start button, or a switch. "I can't find anything to make it go! If Tate was on, she could tell us. She has a thing for boats, ya know.". Rai already had his very smart phone out googling the situation. "Oars...this type of boat requires them.". Rai had the answer. but Trip could not find any oars. "I bet Jacky locked them up! What a cruel joke she plays.". Rai shook his head and offered another possibility, "Perhaps Ines and Bridget used them for a total art project?". Trip being very observant noticed something was off. "Heyyyyyyy, what a minute....there is sand in this boat! I don't think it works! We have been bamboozled Rai!". Profound sadness came over both their faces. The realization had sunk in that they would not be riding a boat across the ocean for dancing with their Euros. Trip and Rai drank the beer, and ate the pizza. Soon, exhausted from all the thinking, they passed out in the inoperable boat and had dreams of parties and dancing with their favorite clubbers. THE END