South Dakota has whatever “it” is.

Here’s the secret that nobody ever tells you about climbing the career ladder, not settling for dumb men and moving all the time – it’s lonely.

really lonely.

but this weekend i got to go back to my favorite place in the whole country – South Dakota. and i wasn’t lonely for even a single second.

*** The Friends ***

i drove there with bronson. and we rocked out for the entire 12 and a half hour journey across Route 20. We stopped at lame tourism attractions (see: U.S. Grant’s house in Galena, Illinois) and tourism attractions we invented ourselves (see: wind farm).

we also stopped in Correctionville, Iowa where he was told by a gas station attendant with a heavy accent, that the town got its name after a curvy road through the community was “corrected” and made straight. true story.

and then i finally got to Pierre, SD and saw my amazing, awesome friend Wanda.

aside from the fact that she’s amazing and awesome, she has 7 kids so her house is ALWAYS  full of people and love and conversation.

and i got to stay there.

and we went out until 5 a.m. Friday night, and then woke up at 2 in the afternoon Saturday and got in multiple cars to drive over to the china buffet and share stories of how we went out. all of us sitting there talking over each other at one of those tables that stretches the whole side wall of the restaurant because there were so people in our group.

then i got to go on my friend’s boat. and he and his girlfriend fished, while Bronson and i soaked up sun like sponges left to dry on a white window sill on a hot summer day. we looked at the rolling green hills that surround the missouri river with our jaws open so wide that entire oranges could have fit through them. we took as many deep breaths of south dakota air as we could without hyperventilating.

we loved every minute of it.

*** The Boy ***

but even with all that, my story wouldn’t do my journey justice without mentioning the boy.

le sigh.

i wish i could tell you his name. i wish i could shout it from the window of my little green escourt. i wish i could print it on my business cards. i wish i could write it over and over with pink hearts on the front of my reporter notebooks. because he has the greatest name you ever heard.

but i can’t because im not sure he’d approve of me writing about him here.

i can tell you that he held me while we stood outside late Sunday night under the biggest sky you ever saw filled with flashes of stars. that looking into his eyes is such a magical moment that someone, somewhere should bottle it in little glass jars and sell them for $1 million each.

and that we shared a pillow while i slept in his arms.

just in case you missed that, i’ll type it again.

we shared a pillow while i slept in his arms.

is there anything better than that in the world? i felt safe, and happy and content and lovely and great and awesome. and all i really want to do with my life now is lay in his bed surrounded by white sheets and sunshine.

amidst kisses late Friday night he told me that i was different than he remembered me. that i had calmed down.

and maybe it was because i was in vacation mode, or maybe it was because i was already bone tired at this point in my travels. or maybe it was because i’d had a long island ice tea from Bubba Ray’s that night. maybe it was all three of those things that made me seemed so serene.

but i’d like to think it’s at least partly because, really, deep in my soul, i have calmed down.

i used to be a nut case. i used to constantly freak out that the WORLD WAS ENDING, or MY LIFE WAS ENDING, or that A TV SHOW WAS ENDING. and when i said those things then, i really meant them. now, those comments aren’t as sincere or as loud. i’ve managed to overcome my personal little world ending about 4 times in the last few years as i’ve started new jobs and moved around. and each time i’ve gotten back up and started over and nothing about the world ended. so i started to realize, that eventually everything works out.

i decided saturday to show the world that i was now a calmer version of my self by getting my ears pierced while in the mount rushmore state.

it’s the kind of thing i never would have done two years ago. i would have been scared and freaked out and crazy about it all and i would have insisted that the benefits of little pieces of jewelry didn’t outweigh the risks of the pain of a needle piercing through my lobes.

but not this weekend. this weekend, i knew i could do it. and with my friend wanda nearby and my hands squeezed around a teddy bear, i got little pink studs put in my ears. barely a flinch from this girl, i tell you. barely a flinch.

so now, every time i look in the mirror i get to see the magic. i get to see the little flashes of light from my ears that will forever remind me of a time when i wasn’t lonely for four whole days. and a state that God made to show us all what heaven’s like.

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Comments (7)

  1. Mandy

    Awwww.

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  2. SCVegan

    Jars of eye-flash? Thanks for giving me a million dollar idea! If I sell one, I’m set.

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  3. Beth

    Wait. You let someone touch your ears?

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  4. Bronson Peshlakai

    To Beth — Crystal tolerated a moment when Dan — the one with the boat — who not only touched her ears (without a jolt of her giving a “get the F back and slap the dude” look) ——> but, Dan threw a writhing, flipping little minnow — SLOW MOTION MODE NOW —>>> the minnow leapt off the point of Dan’s finger, convulsing for air, as it arced thru space toward a specific target that could have represented one of those the target those juggle-looking balls that roll along a lane (at Chuck E. Cheese’s) that flips up into a series of concentric circles, with the most points given to the smallest hole in the center. The fish languidly flipping back in forth in slow motion and slimy with its scaly coat of lake and bio-mucus, headed directly into that center circle of maximum points — Crystal’s cleavage. The poor minnow disappeared directly into the shadow of two, urr, twin peaks. In about 1.5 seconds the horror and unspeakable reaction of the impossible began to register on Crystal’s face: pure shock, horror, mortification, take a dunk into raw sewage kinda look ——> TO BE CONTINUED ——-> (Please crystal … tell us what went thru your mind at this point in your next blog!!!!!!!) ;-)

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  5. the beast girl

    w00t for being in someone’s arms! *jealous*

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  6. Lyndon

    Wait, South Dakota gets sun?

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  7. MinD

    Awww. Glad to hear it was fun.

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