It’s a song from my childhood. I can’t remember specifics of the city as I passed through it as a child, but I remember the arch and my mother singing “Under The Bamboo Tree” in the front seat. Her rich alto voice filled the little Honda with “I like-a you and you like-a me…”
This weekend I’ll be driving to St. Louis in order to meet Alex.
While meeting under the arch would be romantic on the scale of meeting on the Empire State Building it is hot, humid, and need I say hot again in the “Show Me” state that I fondly call “Misery.” The projected heat index is well over 100 degrees but like normal people we’re meeting at the hotel filled with air conditioning, a pool, and an empty room to stash our stuff in.
There really isn’t much of a plan, per se, which has become this sort of ongoing tension between Alex and I. Or should I say the boy who wings it and the girl who plans?
What the worst that could happen?
It’s A Cake Walk,
Jess
