Recently, I took a trip down memory lane when I flipped through my high school yearbook from the year of my graduation, 1997. I won't bore you with all the after school special-like tales of my years in high school, i.e. how I was a nerd who was decent at sports and thus didn't fit in with either crowd, how shy I was around the fairer sex, how I was usually the sober guy at all the parties, etc.
What I will do is share with you some of the better messages my classmates inscribed for all of posterity in the yearbook. As discretion is the better part of valor, I have decided to keep these anonymous. All I can say is this: my friends, though often offensive, were pretty damned funny:
-Pass the salt someday. You, Waldo, and me are going to open that Hotel in California...(Note: I was a huge fan of The Eagles, the band, in high school.)
-O'Dork, I really don't like you. Kiss my a--.
-I didn't really see you that much that summer but I wouldn't have been much fun any way because that's when I found out that those AIDS ribbons people wore just were not working.
-But we gotta keep in touch, cause I really wanna see XXXX turn into a crazy alcoholic who doesn't care about grades.
-Yo. What's up. You are a piece of s---. But a good piece of s---.
-P.S. I can kick your a--, always remember that.
-Remember the basement, the undeniable power of Sprite to make everything better, and my infinite number of one week romances.
-Alright dude, here it is...you are the man, plain and simple.
-I'll miss you and your sexy ways. (Note: St. Joseph's Prep was an all-boys school.)
-Always remember, it's okay to play with dolls.
-Thank you for supplying me with gas money throughout the year. Anyway, the Eagles suck, except for Hotel California.
-Copying Latin homework from you was always a highlight in my lunch period.
-I am a slob and no one is going to want to room with me in college.
Thanks for the memories and the laughs, fellas.
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how I was usually the sober guy at all the parties
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I'll miss you and your sexy ways. (Note: St. Joseph's Prep was an all-boys school.)
hmmm...
Marco -
I did not start drinking until the ripe old age of 21, believe it or not.
As for the second comment, well, 1997 was a long, long time ago.
"-Yo. What's up. You are a piece of s---. But a good piece of s---."
WTF? LOL.
OMG. O'Dork!
A word of advice: When your kid hits the teen years, don't EVER let on about that nickname. Ever.
Nick,
I'm glad he cleared that up for me, that I wasn't a "bad" piece of s---.
Rita,
I'm afraid that the kid's classmates, if they have half a brain, will figure that one for him.
In 1998 The Big Lebowski came out and a whole new generation of Eagles haters/defenders was born.
Adrian,
Speaking of Lebowski, the wife and I saw it on the big screen last week, the same theater I checked out Lawrence of Arabia in last year.
For Lebowski, they had a costume contest and trivia. Lots of fun, great audience.
And in case anyone missed it, here's Adrian's excellent post on the ways in which not just Chandler, but also Hammett, influenced the Coens when they wrote/made The Big Lebowski.
I fish for links you know.
Man I'd love to see it on the big screen again. The last time I watched it though I had a little party of my own care of a buddy up in Queensland if you know what I'm saying.
Adrian,
Roger that. Many of the Little Lebowski Achievers that showed up for the screening were doing much the same thing.
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