Baywatch or Babe Watch?
There are little moments from childhood that stand out.
By: Justin Pletcher
I’ll never forget the first time I slow danced with a girl. It was at one of Loren Hess’ middle school parties. The song was I Will Believe by Sheryl Crow – still one of my favorites. The girl was Angie Bents. I didn’t ask her to dance, she asked me because I was, am, and always will be scared of girls. It’s how I’ve survived this long.
I’ll also never forget seeing Independence Day with Collin Eittreim and Jon Wagner at Rosemount Theater. We sat in the very front row because the theater was so packed.
My neck is still sore, but it was worth it just to watch Will Smith literally punch an alien in the face with his bare hand. (In face, that’s why I joined the Army. Never got to punch an alien in the face though very disappointing.)
I remember the Homecoming Dance with Anne Brown and the gigantic storm that struck during. It made driving home very interesting, as I dodged trees, debris, and small children who had been washed away from their homes.
Or making PowerPoints* with Kevin Bril in physics class our senior year that we thought were hilarious because we would insert .wav clips from Billy Madison or Happy Gilmore into our slides.
Or the time that Kevin was supposed to call me and invite me to see Water Boy with him over the weekend and he never did, so when I saw him in Social Studies, I asked him why he hated me so much and he gave me some half-ass answer. Kevin did invite me to his wedding several years later to make amends, but it sure would have been nice to see Water Boy with him. Not bitter though…
But I digress.
The reason I’m walking down memory lane right now is to remind you of the memories you might have that you haven’t thought about in a while.
We all had those moments in life that shaped us into the dysfunctional adults we are today.
Maybe you didn’t dance to a Sheryl Crow song.
Maybe it was the Green Day, Bon Jovi, or the Counting Crows?
Or maybe it was Ace of Base and you’re too afraid to tell anyone.
It’s okay; I have a safe place for you to share these stories and your love of Swedish pop groups.
I know of a place where we can all get together, reminisce, and, if the mood strikes us, even sing!
(I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign! Life is demanding…whew, sorry. I get carried away, that song is the shit!)
In fact, if you aren’t too busy, I’d love to tell you about the time I threw a volley ball at Collin’s head from across the gym senior year. It was hilarious!
Unless you ask Collin.
To hear more, please come to Pinstripes on July 20th at 7pm. You seriously won’t want to miss this story. I’ll even throw in an extra incentive:
Was I faking my hypnotic state at our senior party?
Answers to this and more when we reconvene this summer. Until then…GET OUT OF THE DAMN POOL!
*Seriously, remember when PowerPoint was some revolutionary software though?
Now the very fact that I still use PowerPoint just shows how old I am; like the fact that I go to bed before 10pm or that I use correct grammar and punctuation in all of my text messages.
You really didn’t have time to type out “what are you doing?” or “be right back” or use a period at the end of that message!?
I had to use AOL dial-up internet to download crappy still pictures of Pamela Anderson when my parents weren’t home…and it took forever!! You can at least take the 2 seconds when you text me something and put a damn question mark at the end of it so I don’t have to figure out if you’re asking me something or just being a dick. Which leads me to my next question: Remember Pamela Anderson!!!