So the concept of Winnebago living began with making up fun and fantasised stories, the world of could be's and what ifs, a way of playing truth or dare without either party ever really needing to fess up to the consequences. A six pack of favorite brew tends to make stories more enticing, lets you really go out on a limb. HeHe, sometimes, not.
A very male part time partner, no not partner,a friend maybe? No, not even friends with benefits, maybe like a playmate that you feel connected too, but you are always naked and there is never enough beer.
That being said, I told a story of my playmate being highly successful and possibly ruling the world someday, sort of super hero without the magic cape, like "Taking on the world without climbing tall buildings or doing anything really with a single bound!"
In his story there is no super hero,no colorful comics and certainly no great successes. Or is there. After popping open our 3rd beer of the evening he looks at me as if really contemplating what to say...I was expecting something grand like I would be a famous actress or singer traveling the world, or at the least win the lottery. No such luck..."Ya know, he said, I see you older (that's always nice), wearing pig tails (immature, I'm 30 something), your hair is long and gray (never!), you have on bell bottoms ( OK, that's cool) and some really cool t-shirt, just you and your cat(my cat will be dead by then) and a Winnebago (scary!) traveling the world."
I believe I sat silent for a moment, taking it in. As the images began to take place inside this over active brain, I realized that I actually liked what I was seeing. It made me smile and like him more as a human being then before, I actually saw him as a human being; I liked that he knew me this well and that he knew I would find something comforting in what he had said, I also knew that though he would continue to become more successful, he wished it could be him.
These days I find myself closer to that person, almost as though I have been intentionally whacking away at the weeds and clearing the trail to reach that woman. When I have confidently found her...I think I'll install four wheel drive in that Winnebago.
Oh yeah, gotta love six packs and dreamin.
