An unconventional trip

So here's a questions I've been badgering my friends with for the past few weeks.  I don't know exactly when it popped into my head, but it definitely has to do with this crazy nostalgia I've been experiencing since turning 30.

If you could take a "road trip" through time, stopping in at different memories throughout your life, where would you go?

I planned mine while i was out walking the dog the other day.  I figured I'd go back to the beginning first, stop in for a dinner at pizza hut with my grandparents and then maybe a pool day with friends followed by a movie and sleepover in the living room under the AC that works a little too well when you've been out swimming all day and your hair is still damp. I'd get a spot on the pull-out couch, because this is my trip and I'm in charge.

So that'd be,,,let's see,,,about 1990 or 91, we'll say. After some panella toast and coffee (sweetened with amaretto creamer because I WASN'T ON A DIET BACK THEN.) I'd probably head off to visit my brother Danny on the day he was born in 1995. He was damn cute, and back then he wasn't nearly as snarky as he is now.

That's a short trip, so next I'd be on to late August of '98, starting with an epic trip to Canal Street with Aunt Donna and Tiel (where I got that great Jim Morrison T-shirt and those serious indigo bell bottoms that were the loves of my life) and staying through a day or two of band camp before retiring to take a well-deserved nap before New Year's Eve 199 8/99 at Chris's. I will take a good bit of time on this leg of the trip to appreciate how not fat I was and how much possibility was still in front of me.

Next stop after freshman year would probably be South Water Caye on the Belize trip, then the December after (2001) that I met Mark and Shannon.  I'd hang out a LOT in those early days (maybe take a week), on Shannon's old couch with the celestial print blankets watching The Dark Crystal and drinking ice tea with extra ice (which ordinarily I didn't like, but she did and so it was a vital part of the experience)

I'd probably catch the express past the debacle that was my first year of college, maybe poke my head in briefly to see Debbie, Denise and Matt at one of Dr. J's lectures, try to convince them to go out for a drink at Alexis like we did that one time. Next would be a night at Rick's in Clifton with Lorraine and the Interstaters (08) and a visit to my first solo apartment, then a straight shot to New Mexico (just a stop in Tucumcari then the sanctuary) for dinner at Ancient Way, campfire songs, and movies in hogan 2.  The best of the best.

Post sanctuary is where everything becomes to big blob of the recent past that hasn't been distilled into waypoints yet, so I'm thinking I'd just head back to regular life after that.


Ok, so that was way shorter in my brain the other day. I know it's sloppy and unpolished to be out here where someone could theoretically read it (HA!), but it was fun to do.  I think you should make one too....I promise yours will be more interesting to create than mine was to read. Places you thought you'd go that you decide not to, or vice versa.  Memories are weird things.