And then a step to the right. I'm back from Flashback Weekend and my head is still spinning. Besides the fact that visiting my in-laws is already a step into an alternate, back-in-time universe, I also went to my 20th high school reunion. I. know.
In the car on the way there, I stumbled onto every Greatest Hits of the 80s station there was. Scan ... "California Girls" (David Lee Roth version) .... scan ... "Manic Monday" ... scan ... "And We Danced" (Hooters, baby).
I ate one meal that consisted entirely of frozen yogurt (just like my entire 8th grade year) and another one made up of Pop Tarts (just like ... never, my mom refused to buy those).
I stayed in a king jacuzzi "suite" in a roadside motel. Skee-zay. The jacuzzi was in the corner of the (one) room, two feet from the bed.
Mostly I just tried to wrap my mind around the way things change. The way that huge subdivisions sprout up in my once-tiny hometown, seemingly overnight. The way that our old Roy's is now a souvenir shop. The way that the convenience store I once rode my bike to looks so seedy I'd never let my kids in.
And yet all the people are exactly the same. They look the same, sound the same, hang out with the same clique they did 20 years ago. One woman I swear I never spoke to in four years of school gave me a big hug, called me by name, said how happy she was to see me. What is that about?
You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under sedation
Let's do the Time Warp again!