A Non-Fictional Story Of Two Guys & A Girl

*As I start writing this post, my blog still goes untitled.*

Last week was an unexpected event in itself. The unexpectedness was a blessing in disguise. Balancing school and work with hosting two “foreigners” of the Midwest was a challenge, but at the same time it felt natural.

The events took place was assisted by our positive vibes connection at Deuce’s poetry reading event & photo shoot the week prior. Anyways, on to the damn story.

*I just figured out a title for the blog. Go me!*

It happened to be a relaxing day off after my Monday class considering I also had the Tuesday after off as well. I was getting my daily Iced Chai Latte when I got the phone call from Deuce.Apparently there is only one bus route from Cedar Rapids, Iowa to La Crosse, WI and the total ride time was 22 hours, when Cedar Rapids is only three hours away in a personal vehicle.

I was front with the guys, telling them my plan A for the day and Tuesday was a better day for the road trip after my Equestrian Therapy since nothing was planned after. I got off the phone and strolled through the book store for about fifteen more minutes thinking about the opportunities to change my plans for the day to Plan B. You only live once right?

So I basically said, “fuck it” and cancelled plan A and went with plan B for the day. I called Deuce back in the nick of time, considering they were seconds away of buying their hotel room for the night. Phew!

Somehow on the trip back from Iowa, I managed to talk two artists, who are used to the night life, to be morning peeps for me, in return, I would drive them up to the Mall of America. See, Deuce has been to these neck of the woods before, however, Mario has not been this far west before and I felt it was necessary to show him as much as I could while he was here. Both of them also got to meet Sterling, my new therapy horse, as well.

When we got home from our days trip up to the Twin Cities, I figured I cook for them as well, because the host has to go all out for their guests. So, I cooked some spaghetti for the guys for their second night in my crib. Wednesday, I manage to make them my homemade wings that were of three bold flavors, in between school and work & Thursday morning I provided chorizo burritos & hashbrowns for breakfast.

In return of all this hospitality, the boys took turns and assigning each other different chore tasks from dishes to vacuuming the living room floor. Coming home from work Thursday night to prep for my photography gig, opened the door and the house was so clean and refreshing from the abundance of essence candles that have been burning throughout the week. It was refreshing and I didn’t get insecurely upset about them touching my shit.

The results of this experience and strong conversations with the guys had boosts my hope to humanity who are on the same level in life that I am at. What we didn’t have in common, we shared with one another, as in, sharing our cultures and/or others from UK Grime music scene to Quebec’s film industry.  Expressing towards one another openly without judgements, but instead, sharing knowledge of our life experiences was an example that it is possible that people from different worlds can co-exist without hesitations. This is why we don’t judge people by their images or words, but rather by their hearts and intentions. My circle remains small, but the quality of my circle is so valuable, that it’s become priceless.

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