i have no idea what in the hell he is talking about. i tackled tj? into the bushes? outside of the moose? hmmm ... sounds like me.
i responded that i had no idea what he was talking about and admitted that my 20s are filled with dead spots.
but! tj was cool. in the same clique my high school boyfriend belonged to. a class older. i always liked him. he was always a little more arty than those pedestrian nerds he hung with. i never felt compelled to make out with him, which was rare, as making out with my boyfriend's friends [when we broke up in five minute increments] was always imperative. as far as i can tell, that is the only reason anyone would make out with a chubby trombone player, seventh man off the basketball team's bench slash jeep owner in 1992.
now tj is a photog in san fran. and engaged. he introduced me to a good book and i hooked him up with some girl i knew who was smart and cute. i am assuming that failed, but beyond introduction, i stayed out of it. that was so long ago i don't remmeber the girl's name. but she made a mean curry. ...
so now i'm IMing with peter, whom fannie snowballed with at the halloween dance in seventh grade. his mom was the secretary at our grade school. i asked him if he remembers this moment on his wall. he replied that it was a song by cheap trick. i added that his witch's nose fell off while they were dancing. he's still writing back. i asked him about the high school boyfriend. all he can tell me is that this guy likes hi-def tv and has three kids. much different from the stoner who knocked on my bedroom window at 2 a.m. some nights.
another story for another time.
god facebook is mint.
facebook is so weird.
right now i'm aflutter about a lot of high school memories. and i don't think that is a bad thing. these were some of my favorite years of my life.