Feel Free to Skip This Post III
August 29th, 2003 - 12:30 am
It’s one of those crazy nights you have when you’re 22 or 23.
You and your best friend RJ are drinking straight from a gallon jug of Carlo Rossi Hearty Burgundy, and watching the Tom Waits video, “Big Time.” The two of you are dating roommates, two college girls without much sense, except for fun. By the time you get to the part where Waits is playing a strip club barker and snarls, “We got seven X’s
Yes, it is (39 here) better to be grown up. And yet…
I followed the link. El Cajon Blvd? Been there, done that. Grew up in San Diego.
Yech. Nothing on earth is more dreadful than a cheap red wine hangover. Blarg. I can’t look at a big jug of the stuff without feeling queasy.
Occasionally, when I let my guard down (usually after a few Maker’s Marks) among acquaintances who I have met over the past 10 or so years, I’ll let slip some of things I used to do in my 20s for fun, or just because it seemed interesting at the time. At this point, I usually notice a look on the acquaintance’s face similar to that of a customer in the diner scene of “Pulp Fiction”, at which point I quickly change the direction of the story and change the subject. Yup, it was fun to be a young adult, and nope, I don’t miss those days at all.
Clicked on Rocky’s link. Monterey. Man, I am seeing so many references to (and having so many conversations about) Monterey, I think I’m gonna die from homesickness. What a beautiful place.
Sounds like a true bro’. You had (and have) it good. Keep those friendships alive. They are precious.
If you can remember that many details, you didn’t drink enough that night.
Or do you just make ‘em up, the way I do?