As We Go On

"We remember..."

So, I'm back in Columbus after being in Youngstown for about 10 days over Christmas. (And going back for one night tomorrow, but that's irrelevant.) I always enjoy finding the remnants of my high school life in random places when I'm in Youngstown.

Well I wandered into my closet. (Note the old school sorta-Hawaiiesque shirt), and turn to my left:



Awww, how reminiscent... My Academic Challenge shirt.

But wait... what is that down in the bottom corner that kinda blends in?



Haha look, a poorly-hidden bottle of Kahlua in my closet. Finding this intrigues me to look around further. First I look in my chest that the bottle is sitting on.



Oh look, 3 unopened Bud Lights... 3 unopened 7oz Bud Lights. Where the hell did I get 7oz Bud Light's from you ask? Well, after thinking about it for a while, I remembered when Howard (the owner's son when I worked at Sparkle) paid me and the other stockers to bag his groceries and drive them to his house. On one of the last day's he gave me like $40 and a case of Bud Light to throw the trash out of his garage. So they've been sitting in there for over 3 years. Anyone wanna try one?

So lastly, I look next to the chest...



Gee Golly, another Bud and a finished Mike's.

It's funny looking back at it, because right now I've been posting many blogs about my drunken antics, whereas a year ago I had to hide it. Granted, I didn't really care since my parents know I drink and have known, but that's irrelevant.

Back to insulting my landlord in the next blog...

"And as our lives change..."