|I'm the blond on the far right, my bestest friend is right |
behind me with short brown hair
My hometown also has the only Combine Demolition Derby in America (or at least I think it is, I know if there are others they were copied from Lind). This started in 1989, the town's centennial year and it's grown quite huge. People have come from the eastern US to see the Derby (no joke).
Anyway, a few people asked me if I was going to this year's derby and I wasn't sure at the time. I think it would have been fun to schedule a class reunion for the weekend of the derby, but nothing ever was scheduled. This weekend is the derby and I'm not going. Honestly, it's not as fun for locals who have moved away and come back anymore because it's gotten so big and you don't really see people you know anymore.
It's weird to think that I graduated high school 20 years ago. It doesn't seem that long ago. And yet, it seems like a different lifetime. My bestest friend, I haven't talked to her in years. We were BFF's before BFF was a popular term, we were inseparable from kindergarten to 12th grade. It was "Lisa and Cathy" or "Cathy and Lisa," never just one of us, but always both. Her birthday is Feb 2nd and her old phone number is 509-677-3263 (don't call it, who knows who has it now, I know it's not her parents since they don't live there anymore).
Funny the things you remember.
Funny how the people in your life that were once so important to you fade away as you get older.
Funny how life turns out.