Anonymity In Action

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I roll over and glare at my cell phone. I stare at the clock... 8:24pm. Alright fine. I guess nap time is over.
"Shawn, what. do. you. want."
I'm always such a lady when I get woken up.
"Whitney, GET. UP. There are fireworks tonight! What, are you still hung over?! We have THINGS to do."
I love Shawn. I really do. But normally he is not nearly this enthusiastic about life. I guess it's sort of my fault. This summer we've gotten closer than ever, since my lesbian of a best friend isn't coming home from Vermont. Sean's become my right hand man. And I guess my enthusiasm for life rubbed off on him... but I mean, come on, I never meant it to work this well.
"Alright fine, what's the plan. Hit me with your best shot."
"Welllll, we could take the train to point pleasant. Pull a high school. Ehhhh?????"
"I love it. When do we leave?"
"30 minutes. Dig?"
"Dig. See you then."
I jump out of bed and head right towards the shower. I turn the water on to ice cold to try and get myself out of my snorlax state. As I stand shivering under the icy water, I try to remember what point pleasant high school trips were like. I eventually start to realize that all of my memories are foggy, and know why. We would get super big gulps from 7/11, fill them half with soda, and then fill the rest with whatever liquor we'd managed to shave off of our parents stash that week. We'd be practically pissing our pants by the time we got to the boardwalk, make fun of the girls taking myspace picture in the public restrooms, and then would hurricane through tourists, the fun house, and maybe roll around in the sand for a while, laughing about how we should do this every night. I loved high school.
I hop out of the shower, into some clothes, and into my car. I head straight for 7/11 and fill a SUPER big gulp up with cherry coke. The man at the counter winks at me before ringing me up.
As I roll back into my driveway I check my texts. One from Shawn.
"Erin can't make the train tonight and she really wanted to go. I don't wanna go without her, so let's just go later this week. I'm still coming over."
Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do with this super big gulp?!
Shawn rolls up in my driveway and we decide that we don't want to have to pretend to like everyone we graduated with at the Asbury Fireworks, and instead, opt to watch them on top of the highest elevation point in my town...The hill behind Wegman's. We call a couple of our other friends, and drive to our destination, super big gulp in tow.
We park on the street and observe the massive hill we need to scale. It's a huge rocky path, filled with potholes, weeds, and probably big scary bugs. It's dark and we can't see anything. We slowly make our way up the hill, cautiously making sure not to spill our precious cargo...aka... the super big gulp. Still not filled with booze. just cherry coke.
We get to the top of the hill, the woods start to clear, and the ground flattens out.
"Oh my god," Shawn whispers.
"What?" Then I see it too. The super big gulp falls out of my hand and rolls down the hillside.
Shawn and I are staring at a 40ish couple.
Pretty much naked.
On top of a White. Jeep. Cherokee.
We stand frozen, not knowing what to do. We assumed no one else would be up here, but I guess so did Mr. and Mrs. Let's Have Sex in Public to Save Our Marriage.
The Mrs. looks over and makes eye contact with me, and starts laughing hysterically while clothing herself. Mr. looks over and seems a little more embarrassed.
"Lovely night, isn't it?" he awkwardly smiles as he puts his shirt on.
"Gorgeous," I reply back, walking past them.
Shawn is still gawking. He finally catches up to me and we sit in the dirt and watch five different sets of fireworks going off at once.
He eventually breaks the silence, awkwardly trying to stifle the laughter that we both desperately want to get out.
"Some fireworks, eh?"
"Dude, if you don't love fireworks, you don't love America."