"On the buffet of life, most things look better underneath the sneeze guard."
-Baker, Caffe Etc. 6:45 pm
So, if they were to release a two-disc, bells & whistles, director's cut version of a year of my life, it would have to be 1996. My awesome year, my golden summer, and an all around magical time to be alive.
I moved out of my parents house for the first time and lived life like the free man I so desparately thougth I was. Of course, I didn't really realize that that meant paying rent and buying your own groceries, but I figured it out soon enough. Even though my roomies didn't necessarily get along with each other, that was an awesome house. I've honestly never slept better than i did at that house...even though it was supposedly haunted...
"Trainspotting" came out. It's still one of my faves, regardless of what anyone else thinks!
That was the summer I learned to drink. And boy did I ever. I remember that time my friend Josh and I tried making black and tans with Guiness and some cheap ass Ale that we thought would work. It didn't, but we drank it anyway. That was when I came to realize my fondness for rum. And then there was that magical night when we started out with Jose Cuervo, went to Rolling Rock, went back to Cuervo, and then the wee small hours found me talking to my friend Sasha about god, stoned for the first time in my life...what can I say? I was a late bloomer.
You've never lived, my friends, 'til you've played Hide and Seek in the darkened Lobo Theatre at 1 am.
And then there was the time I fell in love. Now, don't confuse this with the time that I went up to Canada to propose to that girl I met at Knott's Berry Farm. That also happened in '96 and didn't pan out the way I thought...but it was a pretty great trip anyway. The biggest mall in the world kind of sucked, though.
No. She was tall and elegant and I didn't appreciate it at first so I made it weird. As I do to this day with all the women I date. But eventually I came around to the idea that maybe we should hang out, and the rest is history.
Things changed alot in '97. But that's another story for another time.
So as the summer approaches, I find myself longing for the warmth of youth and the promise of that tomorrow.
And if I ever find it, I'll bring you all along with me.
-Baker, Caffe Etc. 6:45 pm
So, if they were to release a two-disc, bells & whistles, director's cut version of a year of my life, it would have to be 1996. My awesome year, my golden summer, and an all around magical time to be alive.
I moved out of my parents house for the first time and lived life like the free man I so desparately thougth I was. Of course, I didn't really realize that that meant paying rent and buying your own groceries, but I figured it out soon enough. Even though my roomies didn't necessarily get along with each other, that was an awesome house. I've honestly never slept better than i did at that house...even though it was supposedly haunted...
"Trainspotting" came out. It's still one of my faves, regardless of what anyone else thinks!
That was the summer I learned to drink. And boy did I ever. I remember that time my friend Josh and I tried making black and tans with Guiness and some cheap ass Ale that we thought would work. It didn't, but we drank it anyway. That was when I came to realize my fondness for rum. And then there was that magical night when we started out with Jose Cuervo, went to Rolling Rock, went back to Cuervo, and then the wee small hours found me talking to my friend Sasha about god, stoned for the first time in my life...what can I say? I was a late bloomer.
You've never lived, my friends, 'til you've played Hide and Seek in the darkened Lobo Theatre at 1 am.
And then there was the time I fell in love. Now, don't confuse this with the time that I went up to Canada to propose to that girl I met at Knott's Berry Farm. That also happened in '96 and didn't pan out the way I thought...but it was a pretty great trip anyway. The biggest mall in the world kind of sucked, though.
No. She was tall and elegant and I didn't appreciate it at first so I made it weird. As I do to this day with all the women I date. But eventually I came around to the idea that maybe we should hang out, and the rest is history.
Things changed alot in '97. But that's another story for another time.
So as the summer approaches, I find myself longing for the warmth of youth and the promise of that tomorrow.
And if I ever find it, I'll bring you all along with me.