Hey Lisa,

Remember the time when we were nineteen and we woke up to the first totally beautiful summer day of the season and we called each other in sick to work and drove that fucked-up VW Rabbit of yours (the one that always smelled like oil and had no muffler so you had to scream to have a conversation) to Six Flags Great Adventure because we couldn't remember the last time we'd been to an amusement park and we played Beatles tapes all the way there and had to park like FIFTY MILES from the gate and then we rode all the rollercoasters about five times each and flirted with those Italian guys from Jersey because they were so tan and cute in their wife-beaters and gold horn chains even though there was like NO CHANCE we were really interested and we drank fruit juice smoothies that came in containers shaped like whatever fruit it was (I had grape, you had apple) and then we drove home singing the entire Paul Simon "Graceland" album with you doing the great throat clicks and stuff just like Ladysmith Black Mambazo and we talked about our dirtbag ex-boyfriends and how we wished we were gay because we actually have the most fun together and then laughed about the time we tried to make-out when we were fourteen and agreed that it was nice and all but sadly didn't 'do anything' for us and when we got home we made a huge pot of pasta primavera and drank shitty Gallo jug wine out of our new grape and apple shaped containers and laid on the couch and fell asleep watching 21 Jump Street a little sunburned and drunk right after you admitted you had a crush on Richard Grecko and I admitted I had a crush on Johnny Depp?

Wasn't that the best?

Posted by Antigeist at March 28, 2003 11:12 AM