'well i guess this is growing up'

getting ready to go out this evening i happened upon an accessory that brought me so quickly back to the good old days that i felt like i was back in psi u, mixing up blenders of incredibly sweet yet potent frozen drinks in dutton and justin's room.

do you guys remember the pink rhinestone collar that was practically part of my w&m uniform for so many years? holding it my hand i was transported back to what somehow i now recollect as the wonder years, when i went out 5/7 nights -remember, michelle, when we resolved to cut back to getting wasted just 3 times weekly? i put it on and felt as if i needed to be kicking back predrinks with my favorite redhead, heading to the station to inflict my musical tastes on the 'burg, then carrying on at the leafe like i owned it (i guess i made a pretty sizable monetary investment in the place) and heading back to 'the house' to get into all kinds more trouble.

where are you, crazy old days?

i salute you tonight. i will crimp my hair and wear glitter and put my tits on parade. i will listen to blink-182's "dammit" and think of jed and ty. i will drink vodka-malibu-diets and remember showing up in the doorways and beds of dear friends.

i will consider drunk dialing you wonderful people, no doubt leaving slurring and gushy voicemails. but i will reconsider, and, more likely, keep these waves of nostalgia to myself and smile sadly before returning to semi-adulthood, not willing to be like that sad and semipathetic alumnus who shows up at homecoming, the one the freshman girls either steer clear from or end up in bed with, hoping to earn some weird version of credibility.

i tip a metaphorical 40 to you, days of old.