Remember when the idea whore was totally (and randomly) inspired by Into the Wild a month or so ago? Have you been on the edges of your seats ever since then waiting to figure out what the hell we could possibly concoct that has any relation to Into the Wild? No? Well, whatever. Here it is:
“Emile Hirsch is so hot,” I remembered saying with a sigh, popping another piece of popcorn in my mouth and trying not to notice the way the glare of the TV reflected off of Emily’s bald head. I’d never have admitted this to her, but it was almost easier when she was wearing the horrible Rachel wig. She didn’t look like my sister with it on, but at least she didn’t look like she was dying.
“Yeah…isn’t it just amazing how this guy went out into the world to find himself? He let go of everything just to have these tiny little moments of truth, you know? And then there are all these people helping him get to Alaska. It’s just...” she furrowed her brow, the loose skin on her drawn face crinkling, “it’s beautiful. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah beautiful, aside from the whole dying alone in a VW bus thing.”
“Well, duh. I mean the whole idea of it. We could totally do our own version of Into the Wild.”
She had that look in her eyes. The same look she got when she came up with her brilliant plan to sell Girl Scout Cookies on eBay, and most of our customers ended up being perverts who should have been on Dateline’s “How to Catch a Predator.” Or the time when she decided we should ride our bikes to Six Flags while our parents were at work, which turned into a 30-mile ride of shame, complete with wet t-shirts, bike helmets and honking horns.
I knew that look. It was the look that usually ended up getting me in big, big trouble.