Is Memory Lane. Who doesn't love to reminisce on the past? When I begin to look back, there are certain memories that will always come to the surface. College in the sorority house, high school and my first car at sixteen. My license plate was "ROCKTHS" -- I know, I am ashamed.
The point is, I often go back to periods of time- not exact moments.
But, that's what friends are for. Reminiscing with friends is quite different. They will always remember those exact stories that make your entire body cringe and look for the nearest hole, and at the exact same time bust out into uncontrollable laughs.
They will describe to you in detail-- that very first hook up (probably very romantic--on a couch in a basement), that awful hair cut and dye job, that night you snuck out and drove all around town until the wee hours of the morning with the "love of your life", the three months after the "love of your life" well, wasn't-- and you lost your mind, your money-- in lots of empty wine bottles and definitely some dignity.
It's better than a Polaroid. When you reminisce with friends you will get every single detail right-- down to that horrible jean skirt you were wearing at the party where you nearly jumped out a second story window to avoid being arrested. Great idea, Kelly.
Those moments, those stories, are the reason why you are who you are now. The reason I am me. I couldn't be more happy that I have friends that have been there through it all to remind me that in my life I've been stupid, funny, dramatic, smart, silly, immature, crazy, hilarious and most importantly --loved.
Apparently, short hair was in. For us all. At the same time.
Green eyeshadow. That's all.
Bad dye job, told you.
Probably going somewhere we shouldn't have been.