We spent too much time in Memorial Auditorium.
We flung ketchup packets onto the ceiling in Kriner Diner.
Diffy's fries were the only cure for hangovers.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Beam Me Up, Scotty
I had just assembled these little mementos as some incentive to get Scot to speak up. I suppose that I shouldn't have to post them since he's done the right thing. Except that I know Stu & Vera will LOVE to see this side of Scot.
Wasn't it just yesterday that Connie pantsed, or rather 'shortsed' Ross in Kriner Diner? So where did all these grey hairs come from and why is there a minivan in my garage?
We may eat better now. We certainly drink better beer. Who notices receding hairlines and proceeding stomachs. We are still Masquers. Everytime we converge again, sometimes not seeing each other for years, all those mortage payments and incompetent bosses slip away.
We remember watching the sun come up over The Wall. We discuss the McMansioning of America. The past makes us who we are, but we don't need to live in it.
You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water's Running