Go to the Monroeville Mall in Pittsburgh and reinact scenes from Dawn of the Dead in high-waisted jeans.
Buy a pickup truck and go to the Mission Tiki Drive-In and swap meet in Montclair, CA.
Go night-swimming in a body of water with red baywatch trunks (preferably on a beach with a high concentration of phosphorus in the sand or in a quarry under the stars and not necessarily wearing trunks).
Wear CKOne like it's 1996.
Become completely infatuated with your best friend.
Listen to Belly, Lisa Loeb, Sheryl Crow & the original Ethel Merman soundtrack to Gypsy alone in the poolhouse while staring, glassy eyed, at the ceiling with your stuffed puppy, Mariah, firmly nuzzled in the nape of your neck.
After a day of clam-digging, go sailing and throw yourself into the ocean. Once ashore, abandon your wedding ring in the toilet and use the money you've been saving for the past 6months to start a new life as a theatre arts teacher in Cedar Falls, Iowa.


You're not infatuated with me, you're just impressed. I understand.
ReplyDeleteJust like when I was in college and told everyone about my girl friend michelle in VA and had a wonderful story with photos and everything, people hated to believe it. I used the same story when i moved to Japan, NC, VA, etc.