The Notepad

No, this isn’t some ‘Notebook’ spin off. There won’t be any heartfelt, star crossed love story here, at least not the one you might expect.

When I was in college, one of the go-to restaurants for me and my friends was Sonic. To be honest, it wasn’t somewhere I went much before starting school.

But we went religiously without fail, from late night ice cream runs to taking advantage of the discount slushy days to just grabbing lunch because we were fed up with the dining hall food.

For this reason, I kept a notepad in my car specifically for writing down orders.

It wasn’t uncommon for my car to be loaded up with two to four others who were down for an adventure to the drive-in. And being the mom friend that I was (am? am.), I always tended to be prepared.

That notepad has been crammed into door pockets, stuffed into the center console and has seen many a burger combo.

When I started my college career, I never thought so many memories would be tied to a stack of papers bound by adhesives. And I certainly never thought Sonic would be the go-to restaurant that would forever be an icon for me.

That pad saw many a discussion over who would/could pay, who would pay who back and who owed what.

Do I want a burger, or something smaller? A pretzel stick, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, just a milkshake. The options were limitless, and the drink choices were even more so.

OK, now I’m sounding like a paid advertisement. Not sponsored, I swear. (Sonic head honchos, if you’re reading this, I won’t turn down coupons or free food. See my email below.)

Anywho, back to reality. I certainly don’t miss everything from college, but those little trips helped keep us more sane than not.