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.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
It's All a Blur
I had this strange dream that I was sitting around a table in a diner with a bunch of gals that I haven't seen together in a long time. Also some fragmented images about losing someone on the metro and working really hard to stay awake past midnight. I think we may have also worked out a plan for peace in the Middle East over dinner.
It was really cool and I hope I have that dream again soon.
Eric, Kim, Lynn, Bing - how GREAT! Write again soon and tell us more about your lives since Ship.
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