Blast from the past

Instead of my usual evening of Scrubs and generally lazing around the house, I got to meet up with an old friend. Drove up to Lake Forest, which makes Lincoln Park look positively pedestrian to meet up with my high school biology teacher. Or more accurately, the woman I wanted for my biology teacher. She also ran S.A.V.E., the ecology group, and was generally around to support the drama kids. I spent many quality hours camped out in her classroom, either relearning the Krebs cycle, organizing slides, or generally loitering.

So it was pretty wild to kick back and catch up on all my O'Connell gossip. Where everyone is, who's married, who has kids, who fell of the face of the earth. I still think I will pass on the reunion, but it is kinda fun to imagine all these "kids" being grown-ups. Especially since even now, I don't really think of myself as grown-up. More like a slightly better dressed 17-year old with bills who can buy beer. It also keeps me honest, since this is a person who has known me since I was 15. Somethings you just can't run away from. Like bad kilts and a snarky post-it left for a chemistry teacher. But being in a city where no one has known me for more than a few months, it was kinda cool to chat with someone who already knew the backstory.

It was a nice antidote to the severe case of crankypants I contracted at work. I try to leave those in the closet next to the bad-idea jeans, but sometimes, they just come out of their own accord. Not unlike the so-dirty-they-could-walk-themselves-to-the-washing-machine kind of automation. And to top it off, I gave into my cheeseburger temptation just before bed. Ah sweet sweet beef sleep.

on the iPod: "Play" - JLo