Quickwitter

Jun 10

20 MEME Twenty, sigh. It was a good year. After two years of college in San Diego, I’d packed up my belongings and headed to art school in NYC. I had no idea what I was doing, I’d never been back east and had no idea (other than the movies), what the Big Apple held in store — it was such a surprise and not at all what I’d expected. My only travel had been the previous summer which I spent milking cows in Mexico. I was the daughter of an ad man, and I already had nearly five years experience working in printing, so I knew what I wanted to do for a living, well pretty much. I fell out of love with my handsome (but heartless) San Diego boyfriend, and in love with photography and pottery. I was immersed in art for the first time and living in a City that both enthralled and terrified me. I had an enormous crush on my best friend. I lived in Bedford - Stuyvesant, Brooklyn in an array of apartments that ran from bad to worse, but were cheap. For part of the year I was the only straight girl living in a dedicated lesbian house, for the rest I lived in a brownstone with a MFA painting student who’s last name was synonymous with my own. I spent nearly every weekend taking the Metro North trains up to Cnnecticut where my sister and her financeé worked for a theater. She was getting married, my parents were reconfirming their wedding vows after 25 years. I ran with a crowd that called themselves the SOFUs - the Society of Fuck-Ups. We never had money for food, but we always had money for wine. We trawled around every night for trying to put together dinner - I’d have carrots, Ellen would have rice, Scott never had anything but Pop Tarts (but we loved him anyway), and Eric, being from the South, always provided everything else and usually something extra spicy to go with it. We went out to clubs at 10pm and slept until noon. If we didn’t have subway fare we walked, if we weren’t in a hurry we sat on the Brookyn Bridge where there was usually at least a bit of a breeze. We spent carefree summer days waiting in line for free tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, and got $10 standing room tickets for all of the Broadway shows. We laughed a lot. We dreamt of life beyond college. They were good days.

20 MEME

Twenty, sigh. It was a good year.

After two years of college in San Diego, I’d packed up my belongings and headed to art school in NYC. I had no idea what I was doing, I’d never been back east and had no idea (other than the movies), what the Big Apple held in store — it was such a surprise and not at all what I’d expected. My only travel had been the previous summer which I spent milking cows in Mexico.

I was the daughter of an ad man, and I already had nearly five years experience working in printing, so I knew what I wanted to do for a living, well pretty much.

I fell out of love with my handsome (but heartless) San Diego boyfriend, and in love with photography and pottery. I was immersed in art for the first time and living in a City that both enthralled and terrified me.

I had an enormous crush on my best friend.

I lived in Bedford - Stuyvesant, Brooklyn in an array of apartments that ran from bad to worse, but were cheap. For part of the year I was the only straight girl living in a dedicated lesbian house, for the rest I lived in a brownstone with a MFA painting student who’s last name was synonymous with my own.

I spent nearly every weekend taking the Metro North trains up to Cnnecticut where my sister and her financeé worked for a theater. She was getting married, my parents were reconfirming their wedding vows after 25 years.

I ran with a crowd that called themselves the SOFUs - the Society of Fuck-Ups. We never had money for food, but we always had money for wine. We trawled around every night for trying to put together dinner - I’d have carrots, Ellen would have rice, Scott never had anything but Pop Tarts (but we loved him anyway), and Eric, being from the South, always provided everything else and usually something extra spicy to go with it.

We went out to clubs at 10pm and slept until noon. If we didn’t have subway fare we walked, if we weren’t in a hurry we sat on the Brookyn Bridge where there was usually at least a bit of a breeze.

We spent carefree summer days waiting in line for free tickets to Shakespeare in the Park, and got $10 standing room tickets for all of the Broadway shows.

We laughed a lot.

We dreamt of life beyond college.

They were good days.

Notes

  1. finallychelle said: Shhh! Don’t tell anybody I hearted an f-bomb, Laura!
  2. meyechael said: I love this
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