Thirtysomething

Irrevocable

So I've been cleaning house, as you know, and the other day I came across a box that I hadn't opened since I moved to this apartment. Turns out the box was a catch-all for things I packed at the last minute, things I didn't know where else to put.

There were a ton of pictures, some dating back to my teenage years, but mostly from college and a year or two after that. Some of them are so funny, especially the ones that include my bridesmaids. We were a classy bunch back in college. In one picture, I'm flanked on either side by Kimberly and Hope, each of us with a Yuengling in one hand and a red-colored shot in the other. Boy, were those the days. Today, if I chased a shot down with a beer, I'd drop dead on the spot.

I found a contract written in my old friend Bob's hand. It was written in the fall of 1993 and signed by both of us. It promised that we would be friends forever and gave me the irrevocable right to visit any place he lived in, anytime I wanted, for the rest of our lives. It didn't work out that way, though.

There were also lots of postcards, both ones that I picked up at different destinations and ones that other people sent me. From all over the United States, but also from Rome, France, London, Sweden and Germany. I found a letter from my brother that he had written to me when he was 14. Pictures of the last vacation Guy and I took together. Poems that I loved ripped out of magazines. Shopping list. Pieces of my whole life right there in that box.

It made me terribly sentimental and it made me laugh out loud.

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 6:07 AM