2 idiots on the highway

This should be a movie.\nMy roommate, Jakob, and I are driving south on Ind. 57 in a beat up Cougar heading toward Evansville Sunday around midnight on a quest to surprise his girlfriend for their six-month anniversary.\nThe movie would be called, "Two Idiots on the Road When They Should Be Sleeping Because One of Them Has a Class at 8 a.m. the Next Day."\nBut we're in college, and this is the perfect time to be an idiot.\nIt seems I'm the bigger idiot of the two because there is no good reason why I should even be on this road trip. I'm like Thelma from Thelma and Louise, except for the fact I'm not a "naive housewife burdened with a negligent, sexist husband" (That quote is from Yahoo! movies. Don't sue me.)\nBut my roommate asked me to go because he didn't want to drive a total of five hours there and back by himself, and I have nothing remotely close to logical reasoning -- so I agreed.\nWell, here we are on the "open" Indiana road, which smells like a lovely mixture of oil and farm animals. A huge bag of Doritos sits in my lap, and we have enough Mountain Dew between us to cause the ADA (Something Dentist Something) to agree that four out of five dentists think we are complete idiots.\nThere's a smirk on Jakob's face the entire trip. It's the grin of a guy who knows he's going to get some tonight...I mean the simple smile of a guy who's in love and can't wait to see his girlfriend for some innocent hand holding. Yeah, that's what I meant.\nWe arrive in Evansville around 2 a.m. and immediately head to Wal-Mart so Jakob can buy an anniversary present (a sickeningly adorable stuffed kitten that purrs when you pet it).\nThen it's on to his girlfriend's apartment. Jakob is more excited than me at a REO Speedwagon concert. And that's saying something. Probably something I didn't want to admit.\nIt's only a five-minute drive to her place, but it took Jakob about five seconds to get there. After the car stops at the destination, I remind myself to go back to Wal-Mart's parking lot later to search for my stomach and hope the giant scary bouncing smiley face didn't eat it first.\nWe walk up the stairs with our loot. Jakob is carrying a stuffed kitten, and I'm lugging my blankets and pillows since lucky me gets to sleep on a strange couch tonight.\nThe enormous amount of blankets I was carrying prevent me from seeing the momentous meeting, but from the excited squeals of joy I heard, I can tell that the scene would have made me sick to my stomach if it was still inside of me rather than in a parking lot being chased by an giant scary bouncing smiley face. \nIt wouldn't have really made me sick to my stomach. It probably would have put a smile on my face even. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.