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.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Hair's another one
I couldn't resist adding this one, though I checked in with the other party first just to be safe. Was there ever any hair as good as 80s hair? I think I'll be posting the rest of the pictures on my Facebook page. Come join me there.
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.
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You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water's Running
2 comments:
The thing that horrifies me most is that this is how some of you out there still think of me.
That shade of lipstick is forever known in the Bing lexicon as "Catherine Red."
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