Finding "To Be Named Later"

It was a long weekend. Each day I started hopeful and each day I ended disappointed, but never defeated. After searching again all day Saturday to no avail, I ended up crashing at my Dublin roommate's place so she wouldn't have to drive me all the way home yet again.

The next morning we broken the unsuccessful monotony of car shopping by heading up to Oxnard for the California Strawberry Festival. It was the most delicious festival on Earth. They had Strawberry everything. I didn't know where to start. Following the suggestion of another girl that joined us, I went with the strawberry pizza.

She did not lead me astray. It had a sweet shortbread crust with a layer of a cream cheese/fluff mixture my mom makes for fruit dip. They piled on tons of fresh, chopped strawberries, a dash of whipped cream, and topped it with a whole strawberry.

Besides strawberries, the festival featured rows of tents where artists from all over showcased their works. I picked out many gifts for my mother and myself. Unfortunately, until I have a disposable income, they had to remain at the booths.

Before leaving, we snagged some strawberry smoothies which may have been the best decision of the morning. They were tart and refreshing with just the right amount of thick creaminess.

After the festival, we went back to work. We decided to stop at a used car tent sale we visited on Friday with the hope that they would be more willing to stay within my budget since it was the last day of the sale, and they needed to move those cars. The dealers recognized me as soon as I walked in. One called me over to show me a new used car he had just brought over, a black '09 Pontiac G6. I was looking it over when a Toyota dealer went up to my Dublin roommate. He knew what I wanted, because he had worked with me for a long time on Friday, and he knew the Pontiac wasn't it. He had my friend call me over while he pulled around the car he had in mind for me. It was another car they had just brought over today. I fell in love with it the moment I laid eyes on it. There sat my soon to be baby in all it's blue glory. It was small. It had low mileage. It was relatively new. It was a Toyota. I knew it had to be mine, but I was skeptical. This guy had already gotten my hopes up on Friday with a little silver Mazda, only to be dashed when he couldn't get the price low enough after all. I didn't want to get attached only to be let down again. I voiced this concern, but he promised this time it would be different. Okay.

I gave it a test drive, and it drove like a dream. It had it all, cruise control, power locks, power windows, air conditioning, heating, auxiliary port, cigarette lighter to charge things, and conveniently placed cup holders. When we arrived back he took me into the tent. They knew my price, they knew there was no wiggle room, so there was less song and dance and more talking behind the make-shift walls. They sent a manager over to me, to feel me out I'm assuming. I gave him my story; poor college student, trying to survive in L.A. and land an internship that will take her places. Lucky for me, he also had a daughter in film whom he was using his connections to help, so he sympathized. He went back behind the curtain and after what seemed like years, he returned with a smile on his face, and I became a the owner of a 2007 Toyota Yaris, to be named later.