blasts from the past

So, a week or so ago I sent out a big mass email saying “Hey, I miss you, I never talk to you anymore. Your email address is getting dusty in my address book. What’s up?”

One of the people I sent that email to was Brian Barr, a guy I met in Band Camp when I was 13. He played tenor sax and was going to be a junior, I played french horn and wasn’t yet a freshman. He was six feet tall, I was still just clearing five feet. I idolized this guy. He lived in Altamont, and I lived in Charleston, so I couldn’t see him very often. The rare trips he made were really exciting - because he had a car and could do that sort of thing, and I didn’t. I hadn’t spoken to him since summer of 1994 - but somehow, I’d managed to finagle his email address from someone, and so I dropped him a note. The email he sent back shocked me - he apparently just got married last month, and he sent me a picture.

Part of the drama with Brian was that even though my pre-pubescent heart was breaking over him, he was in love with my best friend. I just found some pictures online of her too … so here they are! I can’t seem to find her, though. Lara! For the love of pete, where are you?

Another person who responded to my email was Mike Rollins. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing, but he did send me a picture. (I think he’s in Japan.) He was a friend of Bill’s and Ernie’s from Carleton.

Also, here’s a picture I got from Megan. This is where she is right now. Dammit.

I was very sick yesterday. “Oh My!”esque, almost. Bleh. Don’t ever eat Kettle Chips that are a couple of months old, even by accident. You will NOT be happy. If you get sicker than I was, you might even ralph in your car. (If I were Ben or Paul, I’d write an entry about it, but there are some things I just can’t bring myself to share.)

Tonight is Spin the Bottle! Huzzah!