Saturday, December 13, 2025
Time: 1:45 PM
Song: Hey Jealousy
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Mode of Consumption: Playing on the radio as I was driving around Sterling.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/4o7ZPI2fmEi3piRe0Hrfpy?si=5ddefd2578044cff
I suppose we were clichés in high school, as we spent a fair amount of time driving around the town. We might stop at Wal Mart or the Mall, grab some food, maybe wander around the video store.
It was the weekend routine our last couple years of high school.
My buddy, Jake, was the first to get his license, and he’d pick me up in his old pickup truck. Those early times, we’d really just cruise. I had a friend, Josh, and sometimes we’d stop at his house, and hang out in the kitchen for an hour or two with Josh and his sisters.
Sometimes we’d spend an hour in Wal Mart, seeing if there were any girls and flipping through the CD racks. We rarely bought anything. Heck, we didn’t have any money.
We were teen boys just itching for something to happen in a nothing happening town.
As more of us began to drive, we’d meet at one house or another, head to town in a vehicle or two, and then come back later to watch movies and goof off.
There were the usual romantic entanglements, and the unavoidable conflicts as we each started to grow up and grow apart. Then the routine ended. We didn’t know it, but there some Saturday that was the last Saturday night with the gang. The last movie. The last joke. The last argument.
I sometimes wonder what I’d do with my time if I were still single at 43. Would I meet friends or co-workers at the bar on Friday or Saturday night? Would I have acquired random hobbies or interests that would take me on short trips? Would I stay home, watch TV and eat frozen pizza?
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