Okay, so in general I don't think of myself as very Texan, but I have these little moments where it flies out of me. I love Styrofoam cups, and boots, and BBQ, and heat, and SONIC DRIVE-IN. Sonics aren't everywhere. Minnesota where I went to college, nope. Chicago where I lived for 5 years, nope. California where I live now, only 3 Sonics. But hot damn on the way to a gig in Claremont, CA I stumbled upon a Sonic. I literally screamed out-loud. It's like discovering a wad of cash in your purse. It's hidden treasure, a magical place where Styrofoam cups the size of my torso are filled with tea and chili cheese coneys the size of my arm are scarfed up.
We had a Sonic right next to our high school. I have memories of leaving rehearsal and going to get cherry limeades and tots. I didn't even realize Sonic would end up on my list of things I miss, but what do you know? Those onion rings are burned on my brain.
So, you can understand my joy, bliss, delight in finding one right before my eyes. On my way back from my show I programmed my GPS to take me back to this blessed spot. I had forgotten to eat dinner, so I was there at the perfect time, hungry time.
I ordered my extra-long chili cheese coney, onion rings, and Route 44 unsweetened ice tea with limes. Sonic was packed! The drive-in filled with people eating in their cars and high school kids in packs eating ice cream. I was flashed back to these moments I had. Nothing to do in Waco, Texas, go to Sonic.
I waited, and waited, and waited. Hunger starting to force me to loose sanity. Well, hunger and a deep love of Sonic. I knew they were busy. I knew they had my order, and rather than press the button to irritatingly inquire, "WHERE IS MY FOOD?!" I instead just sat in my car screaming every few minutes, "Where is my food?!" or "I'm hungry...Bring me my food!" On the few moments I could distract myself, I watched a charming high school couple in an SUV go from lovey dovey to fight with each other to not speaking. Man, high school drama was AWESOME! Over and over I yelled out until finally a car hop showed up with my meal. She missed a screaming bout. Thank heavens.
They got the order slightly wrong, but I wasn't about to send it back when I had onion rings staring at me. My Route 44 was regular sized. The gall of those people. When someone is serious enough to order a Route 44, they mean it. But tea is tea, and that sweet chili cheese coney looked up at me with it's fat face just asking to be eaten.
I'm glad I was alone in the car, for I am certain that if ANYONE had come between me and that dog, I would have eaten them. I am a little lady, but I pounded almost all of it. DELICIOUS. All of my values about eating organic and growing your own food and conscious buying flying out the window sailing around the car hops on skates.
I couldn't finish everything, but couldn't bare to throw it away. So I took it home. What does it say about a person who takes Sonic home as leftovers...? That I am one bad ass mother sonic lover.