“Gilby’s Big Adventure” or “NYC Trip”

Normally when going on a trip, you are supposed to know some of the details before you go on said trip, so you are able to pack, figure out what you are going to do on the excursion, plan out your itinerary, the basics.

Welcome to the exception of that rule.

Approximately two weeks ago, my Dad told me that we would be gone on the weekend after next. Confused, I simply agreed, assuming it was just another one of my Father’s heavily planned, family vacations, which normally led to me,

Sleeping off boredom,

Permanently affixing my headphones onto my ears,

or,

Habitually getting in some body of water.

So the night before, (Thursday) He told me what to pack. I brought the basics, clothes, shoes, and toiletries. But he also asked me to bring a suit. Curious? OF COURSE I WAS.

Then I notice, My step-mom and my sister are resting easy. No bags. No running around looking for hair products that are “Oh so essential”.  So then he tells me,

“Oh, it’s just you and me.”

CLEVER DEVIL.

Build it up like It’s a family trip then don’t tell me it’s not! AH-ha! I’m wise to your ways!

Don’t think you’re clever!

But he was.

Little did I know that, 13 hours from then I would be on a train.

To go to New York City, for the first time.

To see “Avenue Q” in an underground theater.

There was no poster for it. Deal with it.

To avoid the smell of the Halal outposts.

To see Times Square with my own eyes.

To make kids jealous at the sight of my sneakers.

Teehee.

To ride the famous subway system.

You may be saying to yourself, “Dude, It’s NYC. Who cares. I’ve been there like a bajillion and one times. It’s no big deal.” Well to me it was. To me it was more than just a trip. It was more than a three day adventure. It was more than one of the greatest times in my life. It was spending time with my dad. It was becoming more than father and son. I like to think of it almost like in, “Star Wars: Return of the Jedi” When, Darth Vader throws the Emperor off the balcony into that never-ending, space-pit after he electrocutes Luke, and you kinda are given enough evidence that there is still some love left in Darth for his son. Or whatever.

Thanks Dad, For being my Vader. I’d join your Darkside any day.

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