A special thank you to my dear blog friend Eli for providing the inspiration for today’s blog post. Much love to you, my bloggy brother.
Do you remember that time you mailed yourself a postcard from Montmartre in Paris? It was a beautiful spring day, much like the one you’re enjoying in New York right now, and you were listening to the sounds of street musicians and drinking in the infectious beat of a city you loved to get lost in. You just sat your ass down in that dew-kissed lawn and scribbled to yourself—because you never wanted to forget. It seemed so ridiculous at the time, but nearly six years later, that postcard remains one of your prized possessions.
Today I’m writing another letter to fill in some more blanks, because as you know, you have a horrible memory. It’s funny sometimes, like when someone asks what you did over the weekend on a Monday and you honestly can’t remember worth a damn. Not so funny when you can’t recall the important stuff—the meat that makes life worth living. Not really meat, because you’re a vegetarian, but you know.
Do you remember that time in high school when you wanted to pass a note to your bestie but you accidentally threw it in an overhead arch and it managed to land right in front of the teacher?
Or when you shouted “Meatstick” right before Phish played it in Camden and you jumped up and down for what felt like ages and you were so happy to be alive?
Do you remember kissing in the rain?
Or what about the time you and your roommate drunkenly schlepped a couch to your porch and you rang the doorbell in the middle of a party?
Do you remember the dog that forever changed your feelings and made you instantly fall in love?
And how your brother’s girlfriend convinced you to ride all of the roller coasters at Disney and you didn’t piss yourself once?
Do you remember that first date with Bryan and how relieved you were that normal men existed after a string of horrific dates? Like the guy who wrote about beating up women and gave you the book to review for your blog? Let’s pretend that man never existed.
Do you remember the night this pic was taken? So many moons ago; you both look like babies here.
How about the first time someone asked you to dance?
And how scared you were to publish your first blog post?
Not a fond memory but do you remember riding in a car with a complete stranger in Heidelberg and how your roomie yelled at you for at least thirty minutes when you got home? God, you did some stupid things in your youth (no offense).
Do you ever think about boarding that flight–all by yourself!–at just 7 years of age, to see your relatives in Germany?
Do you remember going to see the show Love in Vegas and how it was unlike anything you had ever seen before?
What are some moments in life you’d like to remember (or forget, as the case may be)? 🙂