Something to Believe In part 13: I took a shower, and put my
Something to Believe
I took a shower, and put my Herbal
Essences mousse in my hair, and my other little trick, sprayed
some salt water in it. Apparently that brought out the
natural curl, but it usually worked with my hair. I blow
dried it for a little, then let it air dry as I picked out my
outfit. I grabbed my off-white Phillies shirt with number
27, Polanco on the back of it. I put on my favorite pair of
skinny jeans, and my dark brown Rainbows. Thank God my
toenails were presentable, with a baby blue that matched my
fingernails. I adjusted my part, and put stray pieces of
hair on their appropriate sides of the part, and put on my
makeup. I didn’t want to look too done up just for a
Phillies game, so I put on mascara, curled my lashes, and just
lined my eyes with my brown pencil. I put on some tan
shadow, to make it look as opaque as possible, with some light
sparkle in the corner of my eyes taking the white eye
shadow’s place. I put in my small fake diamond studs,
one with a chained cuff that went to my cartilage. The only
way I could dress up a Phillies jersey, I thought. I
grabbed my North face, that wasn’t a typical heavy one, it
was light and sporty, and light blue with darker blue
sides. I told my mom I was leaving and going to pick up
Jordan for the game, and that I was sleeping over Megan’s,
which she completely bought.
“Do you have your medicine?”
“Yep!”I said, and shook my bag, which rattled with
the bottle of Keppra XR in it. I drove my black little
civic over to Jordan’s house, and she threw her stuff in
the trunk and got in. She looked cute, she had jeans rolled
up into capris with American Eagle flip flops. She was
wearing a red Phillies shirt, with Utley on the back, and her
hair was down with a side braid cascading the side of her
“Hey!” I said as she got in.
“Hey,” she said, and buckled as I turned around.
“Your mom okay with you sleeping over at
“Yep” she said, and looked at me. “Literally
genius of you.”
“Thanks,” I said, and laughed, “I hate lying,
but this was way too good to miss out on.” I said, then
“Can you put the GPS in on my phone; I don’t really
know where the hotel is. I put the address in, I just
don’t want to get lost.” She laughed, and after a few
moments, my phone was directing me to the city.
About 25 minutes later we were in South Philly, driving down the
streets to Center City, where their hotel was.
“How do you know your way around here?” Jordan
“I’m not sure, it’s kindof just second
nature.” I said, remembering the so many times I was down
here visiting my mom’s side of the family for Christmas,
Easter, Thanksgiving, you name it. You could clearly tell
the difference from South Philly and Center City, the small row
homes turned into large skyscrapers, and when you looked up, you
felt incredibly small.
“Here’s where I don’t know too much.” I
said, and after a few turns down some one way streets, we ended
up at the Hilton.
“Of course.” She said, and I pulled up to the
front. I was planning on getting out and telling the front
desk the situation, and asking where I should park my car, but
Paul was patiently waiting outside, and waved as soon as we
“Hey!” I said, and rolled my window down as he walked
“Hey girls, we have a spot for you down in the garage, and
the boys and two girls are waiting for you upstairs.”
“Alright I’ll go park, Jord you can go up with
“I can park it for you.” Paul offered.
“Do you mind?” I asked, and he was already
“Not a problem.”
“Can you drive on the right side of the road?” I
joked, and he smiled.
“I think I’ll be okay.” He said, and I pulled
the seat back so he could fit his legs in. We got our bags
out of the trunk, and I walked back to the window.
“Go to the 16th floor, and they all should be in room
number 1607.” He said, and I said,
“Once you’re parked, don’t forget to lock her
up, and she doesn’t beep if you push the button
twice.” I said, and he nodded his head, and slowly pulled
away. Jordan and I walked into the lobby, where there was a
group of girls with a bunch of CD’s and signs and such in a
group, and a clerk was talking to them, and it sounded like he
was telling them to leave.
“Can you believe that’s not us?” Jordan asked
“No.” I said, and we both laughed. We got in
the first elevator available, and got on with a man in a business
suit, who look exhausted from a long day. I pressed the
16th floor button, and he pushed something like 20. We road
silently until it dinged that we were on the 16th floor, and we