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.
What a cosmic connection we still have. Last night, John came home with a coconut at Liam's request. How do you open it, we wondered? John read the instructions, which referenced an ice pick. Then he said, what they really mean is, we need a drill. He did not, however, place said coconut in an interesting position, like you!
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.
Followers
You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water's Running
2 comments:
What a cosmic connection we still have. Last night, John came home with a coconut at Liam's request. How do you open it, we wondered? John read the instructions, which referenced an ice pick. Then he said, what they really mean is, we need a drill. He did not, however, place said coconut in an interesting position, like you!
You've got a lovely bunch of coconuts.
Post a Comment