Time Machines, Unicorns and the Bizarre Minds of Scarlet and I

We took the Unicorn bus from Newport to Coventry all the way to 62 Woodbury Street.  On the way we concocted a list of ingredients we need for the Time Machine; Ogre toe nail, Baby tears, Jewish Potato Latkes, Team Pup-n-Suds T-shirt, Kool-Aid.... We are determined to win the race to build a time machine against the class valedictorian Yi Cao and her friend with a rolly-backpack Dymond Bush.  We've almost collected all the ingredients, luckily the Unicorn bus can bring us anywhere in the world, so we have the advantage, but the competition stills goes on.

Scarlet and I sit in Glinglish Glash drawing pictures of Ruben Blades, not to be confused with the spanish singer, but his crime fighting, sword bearing, twin brother.  We sing out the answers to the teacher and after every question make an interpretive dance move in celebration.  We sing "You raise me up" to our spanish teacher Zach for the 12th time that day, and then we run off screaming anarchy to the student commons where we clip funny pictures from the times and add our own captions to the people's face.  

Sally picks us up from school at 3:11, because even numbers lead to sheer death, and we scream "Hey Amy Harris!" and Sally questions what is wrong with us. We tell her that her name isn't Sally, because her initials from the license plate are AH, so her name is Amy Harris. We put on Jock Jams and sing until we have to hold our breaths, as we pass a car with only numbers on its plate ( a clear sign that the driver can infect you with syphilis). We drive across the Red Bridge, turn onto Hope, go past the JCC as we scream "Happy New Year" and once again, we pull into 62 Woodbury Street where we hop out of the car and plop ourselves onto the big white couch where our fantasies become realities.

Scarlet is my best friend, and the story I just told is something we just talked about on the phone.  Our lives, day after day, were filled with bizarre rules, quirky dances, silly songs and crazy games, all ways to make our "real" lives into fantasy. People may think I'm crazy after reading this, but I love hanging out with Scarlet.  Together, hours pass without comprehensible conversations or relevant stories, simply because they don't have to. Sometimes our lives are so real, that they become too normal, "taken for granted" in every which way.  Taking our fantasies and making them apart of our lives changes the imagination into reality, something that is undeniably real, to us, or to anyone who wants to believe they are real.  I argue that lies just as much as truth can be equally part of our own realities. In the book Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf  Martha and George live a life that is filled with many lies, the biggest one being an imaginary son.  Is it wrong to treat the make-believe equal to something real? People dream, and wish and hope, but what good is it to dream unless you can act that someday those dreams can happen?  Scarlet and I don't hope to invent a Time Machine, Yi and Dymond have no clue that they are competing against us, but our entertainment, our friendship, relies on our belief in the make-believe.  Just like George and Martha's marriage was held together by something not actually there, Scarlet and I live off the idea that anything we come up with can become part of our everyday lives.  There is no denying that Scarlet and I are crazy, and quite possibly have spent WAY too much time together, but hey, is it wrong to still use your imagination?  Until my next entry, I will leave you with the piece of advice Scarlet gave me "Don't die!"