Nope, not this guy:
Simon. The game. Thinking about Christmas in Rochester, and Mr. Mouth, reminded me of Simon. We had a neighbor named David (last name withheld to protect the innocent), who was older, but a bit of a nerd. David would use the Simon, and the rest of us little kids had to pretend to be animals, and he would “control” us with the sound of the Simon game. All of this occurred to the background soundtrack of Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust.”
I am pretty sure that Facebook is slowly eating my blog. . . .
However, here I am. I have been scanning more old photos, and came across a great set of pics from college.
They are mostly from my college graduation. Here is the whole set on Flickr.
A few things that initially struck me about these:
I hated my hair.
We all smoked too much.
I was a stick, but i remember thinking i was fat.
Who, and i mean WHO, let me wear that ugly blue striped dress?
Girls wore a lot of long floral dresses back then.
The day of graduation is really fuzzy to me. I think Scott and I met some guy at the guy’s apartment for pre-grad festivities, which may have involved mimosas. It was nice and sunny. I have lost a great picture of me, Scott, and Katie sitting in the stadium. I loved it, and I cannot find that one. We all look very “The Future’s so Bright, We gotta Wear Shades” and i have lost it.
Some of the pictures are from post-graduation, waiting in traffic with my mom, dad, and sister. We were parked right across from Stedman (?), right near the dorms where I lived as a Freshman. (Give it up for Church!) Again, we smoked too much (except for Lisa, who never did.) I love that mom and dad look more proud of me graduating than i look. Now that i have children of my own, i can understand this.
The other pictures are from a graduation party that night at Scott and Zach’s house. I like that many of the folks in these pictures are still really good friends of mine.
The party itself is all a blur, but i know my family was there, which is strange. Honey came into town just to go to my graduation party (she had already graduated) and I love her for stuff like that. Later in the night, there were a lot of people up on the roof. Zach was my boyfriend at the time, and I made out with a completely different guy on the roof. Classy, i know. I still feel sick admitting that, but i guess maybe there is a ten year statute of limitations on cheating-on-your-boyfriend-on-his-own-roof-while-he-is-home-and-throwing-a-party-for-you situations*.
And this is me the next day:
It is me, with Honey’s boyfriend at the time, Luka, in front of my house off Milledge. I loved those red-tinted glasses i am wearing. I still have those Doc Martens and still wear them sometimes. I loved that little house. I was v. hung over in that picture, and my whole future loomed in front of me. I remember everything at that time seeming bigger than life.
It was like sitting on that front stoop on the day I moved away from Athens was just like sitting on the edge of my future.
*Please don’t hate me.
In the nostalgic spirit of my recent posts, Nat at The Negative Split has jumped on the bandwagon with a doozie of a story involving yours truly.
Is anyone surprised that I got naked and drunk in college?
Anyway, it made me laugh.
Okay, is there possibly a more pretentious band name than “The Paradigms?” I think not. I’m pretty sure that I didn’t even know the definition of that word when these guys used it for the name of their band. But boy, it sounded cool!
Another gem dug up in Camille’s basement. I’m guessing Chris Rank took this one, too. I like the way it’s on a slant. I like the car, and the way that mike looks all squeaky-clean early 60s, while Johns looks laid back California. This is an anomaly, because John, for pretty much all of high school, wore only white tees.
I am pretty sure that I can’t name one song of theirs, but I did hold onto a cassette up until about 2001, the sad day when we had a garage sale and I sold my entire cassette collection to the dude that worked the kitchen at the Flat Iron. i hope he is taking care of them.
Oh, yeah, and here is another picture of Mike, with that same late 50s, early 60s feel. This almost assuredly is a Battle of the Bands or somesuch.
