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I could . . .

I could tell you about the last 10 hours spent hanging out with friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in 15 years.

I could tell you about me getting lost on I-4, driving in circles four times around the same exits trying to find Walt Disney World.

I could tell you about driving around Universal for a half hour, trying to get into the parking garage, before driving over cones.

I could tell you about the endless stories and “What ever happened to…” and gossip and laughter.

I could tell you about how happy and successful and satisfied everyone seems with their lives.

I could tell you about Cooper, who hit me with an uppercut one day in the middle of class.
..or Sachin, who loves U2 and proved to all of us that he isn’t gay,
..or Nikki, with the fiery red hair and dark sense of humor,
..or Anastasia, whose mother I bribed so I wouldn’t get in trouble for my crazy driving,
..or Gjerome, who drove me home one day when I got drunk from eating too much food,
..or Rick, who falls asleep every time he’s in a movie theater and pukes on command,
..or Mitsa, who is still my friend even though I put mirrors on my shoes and looked up her skirt,
..or Valerie, who left scars on my arm from her fingernails, which I totally deserved.

I could tell you about how much fun I had, and how it felt like we never left each other. These are friendships that last, even without a phone call every month.

I could, but it’s 3:30 in the morning, so I’m fucking going to bed.

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24 Replies to “I could . . .”

  1. Faiqa

    They were fantastic kids, I’m not surprised they turned out to be kick ass adults. And, now that you listed all of their names, I realize that I hung out with some of *them* way more than I hung out with you. Probably because they were cooler than you. Ha.

  2. Dave2

    I am still trying to figure out how you could possibly miss the entrance to Walt Disney World. It’s almost impossible to NOT end up there any time you’re within 5 miles of the place! It’s like an unholy vacuum, sucking everybody into it who dares get close! Universal, on the other hand, is a bit of a confusing mess… especially if you’re staying at the hotel properties. You have to do a series of loops to get there, which seems unnecessarily complicated.

    • Clayton

      I’m happy to report 5 1/2 years of marriage and almost 9 years together with Valerie with no fingernail scars to show. Although our 9 month old daughter, who hasn’t learned how to control her genetic tendencies has mauled my face on a daily basis.

  3. Valerie

    I could tell you I had to make myself scarce with the kids and went to the Ginn Hammock so Clayton could pack. I could tell you how we had to pack the station wagon with 2 kids, 2 dogs, and tons of stuff to go to grandma and grandpa’s for 1 night. I could tell you how we left our 9 month baby for the first time to go out of town. I could tell you how we also got lost getting there even though we had directions and are native Floridans- har. I could tell you how there were no parking spots, but I sharked one from some old people and thought how that was not Disneyesque. I could tell you how we got lost afterward and ended up in the shipping/receiving area for the Dolphin. All that was really fun. Oh, and seeing everyone again was fun too.

  4. amysprite

    The thought of getting back together with large groups of my old friends *ALMOST* makes me happy for that upcoming wave of second marriages that is coming. Nothing better than laughing wildly over memories and drinks with people who love you despite high school. 🙂

  5. Avitable

    Dee, yeah, it was a great night.

    Faiqa, obviously, you were intimidated by me.

    Dave, oh my God, I was so retarded. We were trying to go to the Polynesian Resort, which I thought was at Downtown Disney. Once I figured out that it wasn’t, I got on I-4 and headed east towards Orlando, thinking that the Magic Kingdom exit was that way. I figured that out at Sand Lake Road, turned around, then got bad advice from someone about which exit number. I knew that wasn’t right, so I got back on I-4 east again! Then finally figured it out, turned around, and got to the right place.

    Sybil, I do have one. Amy had taken it out of the car to pack for her trip for work.

    Stacy, yeah, it definitely was.

    Grant, good point.

    Corey, she was vicious!

    Stacey, the getting lost was still fun because we were having fun in the car.

    Poppy, who’d ban you?

    Amanda, yes. See my reply above. I’m a moron.

    BE Earl, in high school, for Gjerome’s birthday, he wanted to see me eat a burger called the Headhunter at Jungle Jim’s. It was this huge burger with a ton of fries and you had to eat everything. I ate the entire thing, and afterwards was lightheaded, dizzy, slurred my speech and just wanted to go to sleep. Later on, I realized that it was identical to being drunk!

    Christie, me too!

    Whall, ahh, mammaries.

    Metalmom, it’s like the good old days.

    Stephanie, yeah, we have one. My wife stole it to bring with her on a business trip.

    Anna, this post wasn’t particularly funny, but thanks!

    Marty, yeah, definitely.

    Valerie, thanks for making the effort – it was great seeing you again!

    Britt, it’s “chick”. And no. I’m girl enough to write that myself.

    Amysprite, hah! Most of us are still on our first marriages.

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