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.
I got to cover an Obama rally that Hillary Clinton spoke at. I was never a big fan of hers, but she was an impressive speaker. I was surprised to see the guy who cuts my hair at the Clinton stump. And Ed Rendell is still a boob. It was only a short time before the election and he still seemed in denial that Hillary wasn't his party's nominee.
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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I got to cover an Obama rally that Hillary Clinton spoke at. I was never a big fan of hers, but she was an impressive speaker. I was surprised to see the guy who cuts my hair at the Clinton stump. And Ed Rendell is still a boob. It was only a short time before the election and he still seemed in denial that Hillary wasn't his party's nominee.
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