When I was 22
I met Colleen on the Loyola College stage in 2001, and I wasn’t impressed. It wasn’t her, specifically, that didn’t impress me, it was the whole shebang. She had one big scene in which she shoved so many chocolates into her mouth I thought for sure she’d choke. It was funny, but overall the show was an uninteresting, melodramatic mess.
We were formally introduced three months later during a spring semester Acting 1 class. I remember sitting in a circle on these plastic school chairs, thinking she had a monstrous amount of curly blonde hair and wore way too much pale-blue eye shadow. She had a gold, three-stoned ring on her wedding hand made with some sort of purplish stone and I knew she had a boyfriend. I also knew, from observation, she had an interesting taste in clothes, frequently pairing a rainbow-colored sweater with a neon-green and pink t-shirt.
Little did I know that this free spirit would become my roommate for two years and subsequently one of my best friends. Seven years from our first introduction, she has morphed from a cheese-wiz eating, cigarette smoking, study-a-holic to a Coach-buying, shorthaired, lawyer. Where the hell did the last four years go?
I realized today that in two months, I’ll be 26. Twenty-fucking-six. That number seems so old to me, so ominous. It’s like I’ve been in a coma from college graduation until now. Birthdays, ski trips, alumni events, they all run together to a point where I can’t tell one from the other. It’s like I took a nap and Colleen was a student living off Ramen and I wake up and she’s eating sushi and playing tennis.
My God. How long have I been asleep?
January 19th, 2008 at 11:46 am
I met Faith in a Washington DC bar in 2005, and I was impressed. It wasn’t her, specifically, that impressed me, it was the whole shebang. She had one empty bottle of wine in front of her, and was pouring another into her mouth so fast I thought for sure she’d choke. It was funny, but overall, the show was a sloppy, melodramatic mess.
We were formally introduced three minutes later by my soon-to-be girlfriend Colleen. I remember sitting in a circle on those wooden bar stools, thinking she had a monstrous amount of cleavage showing, and was going to get us kicked out of the bar. She wasn’t wearing a ring, and, from the come-hither stares she was giving everyone in the bar, I doubted she had a boyfriend. I also knew, from observation, she had an interesting taste in music, frequently singing at the top of her lungs while stumbling through the city streets.
Little did I know that this free spirit would almost get us arrested in a few short hours, and yet would still become a good friend. Several hours from our first introduction, she had morphed into a s show-tune shouting, expletive spewing, “do-you-know-who-my-father-is” spouting law-suit in waiting. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I realized today that in two months, Faith will be 26. Twenty-fucking-six. That number seems so old to me, so ominous. It’s like I’ve been in a coma from law school until now. Camping, ski trips, new years events, they all run together to a point where I can’t tell one hangover from the other. It’s like I took a nap and Faith was a journalist downing bottles of wine with Colleen, and I wake up and she’s… … … a journalist downing bottles of wine with Colleen.
So I went back to sleep.
January 19th, 2008 at 12:53 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA