Hi. My name is KC. I graduated college December of ___(Not telling!). It is August 3, 2010 and I have been in the "real world at a desk" for four years. My confession is......During this time of year, I still feel like my job is an Internship and I will be able to skedaddle out of here and move back to Stillwater for many more memory making moments. Then, as I drive to my house, one with walls, driveway, mailbox, garage, I have to force myself to realize I am driving to my permanent home. How horrible am I? Come on- who wouldn't want to have my life, I say. Some days I answer myself back (scary!) with a quick little "why did you even graduate you loser!" heehee.
Oh Stillwater, how I wish I still got mail there and was sweating my butt of bouncing from class to class. If only I knew what I know now, right? Well, okay. It isn't all that bad, honestly, but man oh man was it fun to study in the bar and be in a time when happy hour was really happy. Not full of gripping people who can't like themselves for anything and they can't find one ounce of happiness. NO SIR! Those Friday afternoons that turned to nights in the Penny will forever haunt me in an amazing, colorful way that I would never dispose of. I can forget where I put my grocery list week after week, but I cannot let those times go.
What brought this on, besides the lunar timing? Well, I strutted past a candle that sent me reeling back about six years. It is so funny how that smell put a smile on my face and allowed me to close my eyes, totally visualize my room and what events lead to my purchase of that one little candle. Now, I had to take 20 minutes earlier to remember what I did on Friday evening, and I didn't do too much.
It was spring, my time living with B was almost up and we were cleaning out the kitchen. K had left us for the real world months earlier and we had no clue what the house even contained. It hadn't been fully moved out of in years. We didn't get cable because we couldn't/wouldn't pay for it. We had aluminum foil at best! So, we resorted to cleaning and seeing what we could put together from our finds. Well, all our search yielded was some vanilla flavored Vodka and some Jello mix. Genius- Jello shots anyone? We might have not put in enough water, we might have gotten schooled by some finals in the form of not certain if we passed and we might have had the Jello for lunch. Even as I type this, I have tears coming to my eyes thinking of our escapades from that day. Even at the most hazy, they are still crystal clear.
Another fun quick list of memories that make me laugh, sure you might not and you can simply close this window now. Homecoming of some year, after a tailgate and kickoff we all head South to the Strip in my car, a four door Cutlass. We have 10 people in in, well nine in the cab proper and one in the trunk. I about peed my pants laughing when I heard our trunk passenger tapping on the lid asking to be let out once we stopped. "Hey guys. Are we here? Can you please let me out, whenever you want, on your own time. But, sooner than later, please?"
How about the time I went to Halloween festivities as a Mexican, won a costume contest with a donkey and came home as Cher? If you have any recollection of this, call me and fill me in:)
Then there is the ever colorful nights that involved the game of "Never have I ever" and never will I ever play that again. If you harbor any secrets or have shared your deepest, darkest fears with your closest compadre, DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT engage in this game. We learned about golden showers, pearl necklaces, couch cushions and fears of crowds on those nights.
I can't narrow it down to any more that I want to share, or that the first amendment will protect me from getting in actual real trouble. LOL. This was boring for you, but put a damn silly smile on my face. As I set here in my cushy chair, getting ready to hope in my new to me car and drive to my brick, being paid for house I want to go back. Take me back. How could I have been so simply and utterly happy when I had nothing, no money, no furniture worth the time to move it? Maybe it was because I made more of my life then. I had more fun being involved and I better get to living a life like that again. I am slowly but surely getting there, but I still miss that town and the wonderful people that were stocked in it.
Peace out!
Keffer
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