Bits of explosive nostalgia
Jul. 4th, 2003 03:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidWe needed a few things last night, so we drove out to Wal-Mart. The Clovis Wal-Mart, where last summer I sold fireworks with my friends.
There was a booth in the parking lot, same as last year. Same company, same exact location in the lot. Jonni would've kicked our collective asses if we'd thrashed the place as badly as these people did, though- all the boxes thrown out back, and somebody's Dachshund puppy wandering around. (Granted, Jonni brought the baby with her, but this was when he was really really little. And he was way cuter than the puppy.)
It wasn't the same. I knew it wouldn't be, but as we walked past I got a glimpse of strangers in the booth, heard the sound of a generator that worked...and I had this terrible attack of nostalgia.
Nothing is the way it was last summer. Nothing stays the same.
And I hate it. I hate the changes, hate that they're not here anymore. Hate that we never got the chance to do the booth again- though how we'd have done it with the Clovis chapter alone is beyond me. I'd have been sitting there all day by myself, or it would have been me and Michael, and I always felt sort of redundant when he was selling. I'm, you know, not as good at it. But then, he was almost a car salesman. Too many speeding tickets, or he would've gotten the job.
Hell, they should've hired him anyway.
*sigh*
I miss them, but I don't even know how to write and say that I miss them. It's like they've gone a lot farther away than Arizona. Lindsay in Russia seems closer, though I'm sure this has to do with the fact that Lindsay and I actually email back and forth more than Michael and Jonni and I ever did, except when Michael needed Cam stuff from me. Michael was militant about his Cam stuff sometimes.
Okay...a lot of the time.
It's just funny and strange and not a little bit sad- my friends are gone. To Arizona, where there are no legal fireworks.
There was a booth in the parking lot, same as last year. Same company, same exact location in the lot. Jonni would've kicked our collective asses if we'd thrashed the place as badly as these people did, though- all the boxes thrown out back, and somebody's Dachshund puppy wandering around. (Granted, Jonni brought the baby with her, but this was when he was really really little. And he was way cuter than the puppy.)
It wasn't the same. I knew it wouldn't be, but as we walked past I got a glimpse of strangers in the booth, heard the sound of a generator that worked...and I had this terrible attack of nostalgia.
Nothing is the way it was last summer. Nothing stays the same.
And I hate it. I hate the changes, hate that they're not here anymore. Hate that we never got the chance to do the booth again- though how we'd have done it with the Clovis chapter alone is beyond me. I'd have been sitting there all day by myself, or it would have been me and Michael, and I always felt sort of redundant when he was selling. I'm, you know, not as good at it. But then, he was almost a car salesman. Too many speeding tickets, or he would've gotten the job.
Hell, they should've hired him anyway.
*sigh*
I miss them, but I don't even know how to write and say that I miss them. It's like they've gone a lot farther away than Arizona. Lindsay in Russia seems closer, though I'm sure this has to do with the fact that Lindsay and I actually email back and forth more than Michael and Jonni and I ever did, except when Michael needed Cam stuff from me. Michael was militant about his Cam stuff sometimes.
Okay...a lot of the time.
It's just funny and strange and not a little bit sad- my friends are gone. To Arizona, where there are no legal fireworks.
