It was the weekend after Thanksgiving Day, 1995 and my roommate and her boyfriend, Layne, had coordinated an adventure in the mountains "offroading" or "digging" as we called it. There was a group of about twenty going and while I was friends with some of the guys, I was in no way interested in any of them.
Before heading up the canyon we stopped at 7-11 to fuel up the trucks. There were four tanks to fill and as we were waiting around one of Laynes friends, Carl, asked if I would ride with him in his truck. While I was beating around the bush he offered to buy me a SLURPEE if I would ride with him. Big Spender! Well, I was thirsty and I liked his truck so I said, "okay". *rolling eyes*