as soon as she pinged me she called me to make sure i knew where she was
which was really smart because for some reason the people at the rose bowl are still freaking out that uber is a real thing that thousands of the 80,000 people want to use after a game
and thus its a damn zoo over there with tons of road blocks and one ways only and curvy nonsense
and people on a golf course waiting next to signs with numbers on it
and the smallest gate to get our cars through.
i said i’ll be there in four minutes stay right there.
i had driven all the way to pasadena hopefully to get someone who wanted to go back to westwood
found her, realized it was only gonna be a 15 minute ride, but was ok with it because i could get back there and maybe get a longer ride.
i asked her how her night was and she tried to be cheery but immediately admitted that it wasnt good.
she texted a little and while she did i could hear her sobbing quietly
and then not so quietly.
i turned up the music a little because she was depressing the hell outta me.
i havent heard a teenage girl weep in quite a while.
its way worse than i remember it.
it was very real.
maybe because i hear fake crying on tv and in movies all the time but this wasnt fake.
i wanted to give her advice like,
now you know!
but all i could think of was: feel those feelings