Today is the NINE year anniversary of the infamous Pearl Jam concert that ripped our clothes, sprained our ankles, and almost killed Spliff. We are freaking old. Somewhere in Riverside, there is a guy wearing one of those Pearl Jam shirts that we “acquired” from that man with the huge duffel bag. (I know he is out there, I saw him two weeks ago and wanted to hug him.)
It is also the nine year anniversary of the first time I saw my husband, Ben Harper. To celebrate, I listened to Ben and Eddie on the long, rainy drive to work. And I feel good. But I miss Tory.
I remember on this day, for years, when all the cool kids had pagers, we used to wish each other a happy 10/7, like it was a holiday or something. But really, I guess it was a holiday of sorts.
It was the day that I discovered a really talented musician, had my first trip to Miami, saw the Betsey Johnson store, bought some kickass converse (They had reflectors!), threatened to run away from home, rode a Greyhound, broke down on the turnpike and got to ride in a tow truck, heard a drunk, homeless guy sing “Welcome to the Jungle”, and made a friend for life…(even though she ALMOST died that very day).
Man…sixteen was fun.
Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: "Indifference" - Pearl Jam
1 comment:
Oh, girl...I couldn't forget if I wanted to...I even remember AL sleeping in her makeup so that no one would see her without it...sheesh...
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