the maze of maize
Things I’ve meant to blog (and thanks to writer’s block, I will): This past weekend, a bunch of friends and I drove to Lathrop, California to get lost in a field of corn. What? You never heard of Lathrop? Ha, neither has anyone else.
Maybe a back story is in order: In my little clique in college, the majority of our friends grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, or at the very least was a thirty-minute drive to running water and electricity San Francisco. Well, all of us except for our friend Charlyn. Charlyn grew up in this sleepy Central California town, a town so small that the town itself isn’t the first result returned when you type it into a search engine. I mean, seriously, guys. Look at the town map.
So when the local farm had its annual corn maze, who were we to say no? Not only is it “autumn fun,” but a precious opportunity to give Charlyn grief for six continuous hours.
Some thoughts:
- We stopped by a Jack-in-the-Box by the side of a highway for lunch. What do ya know, that’s the very first job where Charlyn worked!
Lil: Maybe we should talk to the manager and have Charlyn work the drive-thru. It’ll be like old times.
Charlyn: You know, I work at a Genetics company and had my work featured in a medical publication, and all I’m known for is “The Jack-in-the-Box girl?” That’s so wrong.
All: Oh sweetie, no! Of course not. There, there. We’re sorry, we won’t do it again.*pause*
Ernie: Hey Charlyn, what’s a good thing to order here? I forget.
Charlyn: I hate you. Wait, don’t you live next to a Jack-in-the-Box? Ooooh, I hate you. - Inside the corn maze, I had this vision of lighting up a cigarette and the images of the resulting inferno, loss of life and TONS of popcorn that would ensue. What a horrible time to cut down on smoking.
- Being lost in a giant maze of maize is only interesting for about, oh, seventeen minutes.
(Note: This post is actually just filler space for when I upload the photographs later tonight. Time to brush up on my hick jokes.)
