The ever so famous Greg Young.
As he is the one that will guide you
through this convoluted mess.
Joke or Stupid Thought of the Day
Pictures From Various Locations
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The ever so famous Greg Young. As he is the one that will guide you through this convoluted mess. Joke or Stupid Thought of the Day Pictures From Various Locations |
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December
21, 2000 - The last day for first semester finals of Sophomore
year
occurred on this day, so I returned home and got on the Internet, with
intentions that I was going to be on for a long time. I mean, I
did
not have to wake up early or anything the next day. So,
when
I got home I continuously chatted with people on the Internet until I
started
to talk to Darren. Apparently, himself, Cassie, and Cameron were
going to go to some place to hang out and they were inviting me.
Cassie then called me up and we straightened things out. I was
just
about to go eat dinner and play pool with Darren and Cameron, two
people
who previously hated me at some point in their life. I never
thought
that I would be hanging out with Darren, let alone Cameron, but now I
was.
Before I left, John Cloud got online, and I told him I was about to
hang
out with Darren and his subject. He said something about how odd
that seemed, because he never knew Darren liked me at all.
He also told me that one of the first things Darren told him was that
he
should stay away from me, because I am annoying. I look at those
things now and I laugh, because it does not fit in place anymore.
Regardless, Cassie, Cameron, Darren, and I went to eat food at
Applebee's.
When we all got up, Cameron left his cell phone, and I found it and
gave
it to him. From there it looked like a friendship might have
possible
started from nothing at all. After Applebee's we played pool and
then went to Sports Authority to just waste time. Once we
completed
that route, we found ourselves just talking about things near
Applebee's.
This was when I realized I had made new friends. This is also
why
this event is found at this spot on the countdown. But there is
also
a reason why it is not higher and that is because this event was not
the
sole founder of the friendship I had between Casse, Cameron, and
Darren.
In fact Cameron does not like me and I do not talk to Cassie too much,
so really it is only Darren's friendship that is different. And
because
this event was not a stand alone situation (meaning there were other
things
that supported its outcome), it does not find itself any higher on the
list.
Second French Revolution on the Forum - Once
the school discovered
the forum on January 26, it spurred a lot of talk about what was going
on. For one day, the forum stayed idle, without anyone voicing
their
opinion on anything. But on the 28th, the Sunday after the
Scandal,
many people were talking on their behalf about the forum. A very
war-fiending individual, Jacques, would post war quotes after each of
his
posts. For some reason, people started posting quotes to make a
chain
of words that best resemble them. On the 31st, Jacques realized
he
had started some weird nonsense on the forum, and he posted a "Day 3"
post,
in which he said he was proud that people were posting quotes and
keeping
the spirit alive. From there, we kept posting "Day X" messages
along
with a quote to keep the quotes going. During the life of the
forum
when answers were being posted on it, I started the first French
Revolution,
which was to make people use -nit- instead of -nt-, because it should
be
"no important text" and not "no text." It got the name "French
Revolution"
because it was a revolution, and putting French in front of it makes it
sound stupid and funny. I then made a comment on how every
revolution
was the French Revolution. Not many people remember that, or care
for that matter. Later, when I saw all these quotes, I decided to
call this another revolution, and just add French in front of it, to
model
what I said. Darren came up with the same name on his own,
thinking
of "French" becuase Jacques started it (if you have not figured out by
now, Jacques is French). When the Revolution was finally named
the
"French Revolution," Jacques said that it must continue for eighteen
years,
because that is how long it took for Dr. Manette to get out of prison
(if
it has not caught you yet, the French Revolution is modeled after A
Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens). We have been
continuing
the quotes ever since the start date, January 29, and have been over 99
percent efficient. During the early days of the Revolution, Day
45
to be exact, we messed up entirely, and forgot to post a quote on that
day. Regardless, we have not missed a day since, and the quote
revolution
is still as strong as before. Now after all this babbling, what
has
this sprung? Well, for one thing it is that the forum is
lively.
Without the quotes, there would be no activity on the forum. And
without activity on the forum, like how would all our friends
communicate
so well? The forum is just such a great place for our group of
friends
to talk, even if it is quotes, guys, current events, controversial
topics,
or just Darren's idiocy.
Eight-Four-One-Day
Lace - There is so much to say of
this event, but there is no room here to do that. The name refers
to the night of Morp, which was March 24, 2001. The beginning of
the day was extremely slow, and absolutely nothing happened.
Actually,
now that I think about it, my brother came in the morning and we
shopped
for clothes for the night's dance. He also decided to give me
tips
on what I should do at a high school dance, because I had told him
before
that I did not dance much at the last one I attended. Though he
did
not teach me any of his dance moves, he gave me advice on how to have a
good time. When he had left that afternoon, we had bought a
collared
shirt, and I had received advice. It was pretty successful, in my
opinion. As I was getting ready for the dance, I noticed that I
had
a bottle of glue, which was my special occasion gel. I considered
Morp to be a special occasion, so I put some of Elmer's clear washable
school glue in my hair, and I waited for my ride to come. When we
arrived there, Darren, Chris, and I met up with our other friends to
confabulate
and dance. Yes, we actually danced. The list of songs
played
followed the rap genre, with a rock song every now and then. At
one
point, "Faith" by Limp Bizkit played, and I felt it right to mosh with
AJ on that song. Other than that, I was mildly dancing. I
saw
my at-that-time-acquaintance Rhonda, and she kept bugging me about
secret
topics. Well, not really secrets, but not really things you put
on
a webpage either. The rest of the night will have to be saved for
the autobiography, because I cannot disclose information that will
create
such a story for me in the long run. To conclude it the best way,
that night could have possibly been one of the best nights of my
life.
And it was only made better when we went to Mike's house afterward, and
I talked to AJ alone in Mike's room about current situations.
Honestly,
it had been a long time since I talked to AJ about things like that,
and
so it made it even more special when we actually had a lot to talk
about.
This event did not have any kind of direct influence on any other
event.
But if it was not for this day, I would not have been overly happy the
next few days. That may sound like it is insignificant, but a lot
changes when I am happy, because I feel the need to do
everything.
On another note, after this date, AJ and I talked about each others
lives
a lot more, up to the point that we were pretty much keeping nothing
from
one another. If AJ and I never talked about our lives, we would
be
screwed up, especially because we are the kind of people that need to
tell
people things to feel better. In the long run, it changes our
friendship,
and definitely strengthens it. Now, after talking about happiness
and AJ, there is something else to say, but sadly, that will be found
in
the autobiography, and it is possibly the reason why this event is
found
so high on the list.
The
Day of Fatting Till the Cows Came Home - The more I think of this
day,
the more I want to fall into a pit of sadness. From what I
remember,
this day could have quite possibly been the best, and the worst, day of
my life. The day was set up when John Cloud told me he was
leaving
Phoenix in the next few days. I had asked him when his last full
day in town was, and he told me it was the coming Wednesday.
Realizing
that he did not have much time, I talked to him on the Internet a lot
about
what we had to do about his departure. I said to him in an online
conversation, "Hey man, on Wednesday, we need to fat till the cows come
home," to which he replied, "I don't even know what that means."
When he said that to me, it seemed like he did not want to do anything
much on his last day, but when that Wednesday came, that impression
changed.
I told my grandmother that I probably would not be back home from
school
until very late at night. When I headed for fourth period, my
first
class with John, he once again reminded me of the Gomez giveaway.
Gomez, his goat foot and spirit, was not to leave Phoenix with
him.
He told me that he would give it to the most qualified person after
school
at his truck. This created a different eerie ordeal, because
instead
of meeting by the lockers after school, John told us to meet by his
truck.
So when school ended, Darren, Greg, Kyle, Ronnie, and myself all waited
by his truck to see who he would give the goat foot to. As he
traversed
to parking spot 309, he took a sharp turn and ran toward spot 247,
which
was Alexis' (the girl) parking spot. He was going to give the
goat
foot to her, and we knew it. Greg and I ran toward 247 screaming
"No!" and short phrases of the like, but we knew it was going to go to
the girl he liked. And once he finished handing it off, Greg and
I could only do one thing, and that was to stare at it. We would
never see it again. His spirit was taken from us forever. I
remember the last time I saw it, and even the last time I stroked it,
so
that item will live on forever, no matter if it is in our hands or
not...GOMEZ4LIFE!
But anyway, once we were on the road, we stopped off at Conoco to buy
water
and other various snacks before we parted to play some 3 on 3
football.
I ended up paying for the supplies, because John did not have any
money.
He still owes me twenty dollars because of that. When we reached
the park, we formed teams to play a game of football. John,
Ronnie,
and I took one side and Darren, Kyle, and Greg took the other. It
was kind of odd that it was small guys versus big guys. Still, we
were favored to win. The score kept going back and forth until
the
very last drive when I batted down two passes and John stopped a fourth
down play, ended the other team's chances for tying up. Victory
then
occurred for our team, but still, everyone had fun because the teams
were
evenly matched. When we were all cooling off, Ronnie said
something
in which I gave him a Mislededness quote, and he was surprised to hear
something like that. Kyle said he needed to go home, so we
dropped
him off. John got out of his truck and gave his a handshake,
which
we called the "hearty handshake" and said "It's weird, I'll probably
never
see that kid again." Kyle was John's first friend in Arizona, and
it was sad to see him off first. After dropping him off we headed
to Arizona Mills. At the mall, we came up with the plan of going
to Los Dos Molinos, a Mexican restaurant that was a minuscule
tradition.
Before we departed for Losdos, we stole sports cards at the stand in
the
mall. Then, once we arrived at the restaurant, we sat down and
ordered
our food. I got the chicken chimichanga with their extremely
spicy
green sauce, while everyone else indulged themselves into something
else.
From what I remember though, everyone did pick a dish with green
sauce.
By the time we finished our food, it was already dark outside and it
was
time for people to reach their residence and we headed for Greg's house
first, because he was the person who lived closest to Losdos.
Greg
was John's best friend from what I thought, and it seemed odd that he
had
to be the first one to go. When we arrived at Greg's apartment,
John
got out of his truck and gave Greg the hearty handshake and said a few
words to him. All that was left was Darren, Ronnie, and I.
When John was backing out, he asked Darren if he wanted to drive Alexis
(the truck) around the parking lot. Stupidly, he refused.
John
asked us who was going to be dropped off next, and Darren said
Ronnie.
And so we went to his apartment, and John gave him the hearty handshake
as well. Darren was off next, and he received the hearty
handshake
also. The time was about 8:45, and John had some time to
waste.
He asked me if I wanted to drive, and I said yes. Then he took me
to a church parking lot, where I drove for the first time. There,
he taught me the basics of driving, I suppose, for about an hour.
Once we were done, he took me back to my house, the last destination on
the list. When I was getting out of Alexis (the truck), I stroked
it one last time and took one last look at the beauty. We walked
into my house and he took his video game and some other stuff he left
at
my house. He gave me a huge Independent sticker that I was
supposed
to put on my drums. And so he headed for my door, one last time
as
a Phoenix resident. There, he gave me the hearty handshake, and
with
his sacrilegious shirt and his hat backwards, he walked away from the
door.
I still remember the sight of him leaving, that will always be
imprinted
in my head. And after all this talk, what did this event
trigger?
When I look at it for what it is worth, it did not trigger anything in
the long run, but there were some things of this day that were just
perfect.
It was the first day I drove, and I did learn a lot from it.
Also,
this day allowed John to leave on a good note, so I felt better about
his
departure. Other than the obvious, if this day did not happen
like
it did, then I might have had a chance at seeing Gomez after that
day.
But because I did not, the spirit of the goat foot always lives
on.
But over all of this, I find it that this day was the day that brought
Greg, Kyle, and I together for a limited time. We all experienced
how great that day was, and we tried to reenact all the time. We
never came close though. The more I think about it, I do not
think
anything could come close to this day. It is on its own level of
greatness, and for that, I will always remember September 20, 2000, the
day we fat till the cows came home.
Picking
History Project Partners - At the top of the second semester, our
History
class was already about to embark on a huge project that would span the
whole rest of the semester. It was to be a group project, and we
had to pick our partners. I talked to Darren on the Internet
about
us being partners, because recently I had been hanging out with
him.
He said that Cassie would join us and it would be us three, because
Darren
was really good friends with Cassie. At the time, we did not know
how short the friendship of Darren, Cassie, and I would last. And
that is the reason why this event is here on the list, because of its
irony.
Throughout the year, the relationship between Darren and Cassie has
went
through every stage a friendship goes through in sixty years.
When
we picked partners, they were the best of friends, but by the time the
semester was over, they were barely even acquaintances. They sat
next to each other in History, and because of that they would still
talk
and sometimes even bring up their friendship. They would argue,
they
would talk like friends, and they would just be silent sometimes.
Being the third person out, I would never know what they were thinking
of each other. All I know is that because all of us were History
partners, we were forced to stay close until school ended. That
is
what we did because Cassie stuck around until finally we completed the
last of the group projects. The reason I think this is a big deal
is because if Cassie was deleted earlier in the year, she probably
would
have permanently fell off out minds. But she still has not yet,
though
she is a very small deal in our minds. Other than that, if
she never was our partner, I probably would not have become as good
friends
with her as I did, and possibly, I might not have got to know
her.
Darren would have probably drifted away from her before I decided to
change
seats and sit with them. Really, this is a delicate event,
because
so many things could have changed, yet so many things probably would
not
have changed.
Acquiring
the Camera - For Christmas, I asked my father to get me a digital
camera
or something where I could take pictures and transport it to my
computer
easily. What I did not know is that the camera he had in mind was
the perfect module for taking external pictures and bringing it to my
PC.
So on Christmas day, I opened my presents and I saw a digital camera in
front of me. I did not know what this piece of electronics could
hold for the future, but I quickly started to use it. I took a
bunch
of pictures of my room and my brother, and then I tried to download it
to my computer. The first few worked, but then it stopped
functioning.
I was hoping it would work again, because I really wanted to use this
new
toy. In a matter of days, and after a lot of calls to the
technical
support line, we finally fixed the problems and the camera was ready to
go. At first I took the camera everywhere with me and I took
pictures
of different people and things that would incriminate people of
underage
drinking, underage driving, and/or male-male bonding. Soon, those
kind of acts did not meet the camera as much, and the object needed to
find another use. This use would put it to work for a long
time.
When we had a hangout at Polar Ice at the top of the year 2001, I
brought
the camera with me and we started to take pictures of random
people.
Darren, AJ, Chris, and I found this overly amusing, and so we continued
to do this every time we got out of the house. Pictures would
accumulate,
and they would all be of completely stupid things. Taking
pictures
of crap raised our level of amusement to an all time low, and we would
even be dressing up a stuffed head to look like a person, because that
kind of humor amused us. At first glance, the camera does not
seem
like it should have any affect on our lives. But during the time
we had the camera, it was our lives. I don't remember
when
there was a time when the camera was not there to catch a memory.
We used it so much that people would even despise it and want to
destroy
it. I mean, we do have blackmail pictures of people. But
anyway,
the reason this event is this high on the list is because the pictures
taken by the camera can be treasured forever. There are some
things
that cannot be forgotten because of the camera, and there are some
things
that the camera has captured that I will never see again in my
life.
I think sometimes, if I never had the camera, there would be so many
memories
that I would not have visual remembrance of. I can look at
different
picture packs and remember some days entirely, just because there were
those times when we used the camera to capture a whole event.
Besides,
after I got my camera, I persuaded two other people to buy the same
exact
camera. Now that there is so many of them floating around, it is
clear that I did influence a group of people when I acquired the
camera.
But still, the main reason is the memories, the camera truthfully holds
too much.
Summer
Band Practices - Throughout last summer, there was really only one
recurring theme. That motif was music. All I remember is
that
every day of summer was somehow occupied with playing music. And
from all the music playing, I did learn a lot. At first, it was
Vinay,
Adam, and myself, and we played covers of Rage Against the Machine and
Blink-182 mostly. Because Vinay was not an experienced bassist at
the time, whatever music he played, he would learn from. That is
how he found his own bass playing style. When it came to me, I
started
to learn how to play without people better, and really, I think all
three
of us learned that. We were playing for a deadline (a performance
at the end of summer, read 
The
First Time at Darren's House - One early January day (the sixth to
be exact), Cameron, Cassie, Darren, and I went bowling at Kyrene Lanes
to spend a Saturday afternoon. As we completed bowling smoothly,
we headed to Hallmark to look at cards. We stepped outside the
shop
and some guy exclaimed "I am the tile cutting master!" That line
does not pertain to this event. After we sat down and waited for
our ride, we thought of heading to Darren's house to mess around with
his
toys. It was the first time I would ever happen to enter his
domain.
The first thing I did when I entered his house was pick up his bass and
start playing. At the time, I was infatuated with Smells Like
Teen
Spirit, so I played that a bunch. In a matter of minutes, I was
downloading
Smells Like Teen Spirit covers, one by Tori Amos. Soon, we
embarked
on a journey to the nearby park, where we hung out ot waste a lot of
time.
The four of us talked about the things going on in our life.
Darren
brought his dog with us, so he he was entertaining it the whole
time.
During the course of the day, we had my camera, and we were taking
pictures
of pretty much everything. By the end of the day, we had over 100
pictures, a feat we had never reached before. In fact, we did not
reach that again for another few months. By the end of the night,
I was familiar with Darren's house and how it worked (not like houses
are
household appliances), which was a quick feat, because I had only been
there once. This day was the last Saturday before school resumed,
and so everyone made the best of it. I became better friends with
Darren, Cassie, and Cameron, but most of all, I took a trip to a place
I would be really familiar with in the future, and that was Darren's
house.
This hangout also came on the odd day out, a day in which Cameron hung
out with Cassie and Darren. If that never happened, I do not know
how easily the trip back to Darren's house would have been, especially
when Cameron was the one who suggested we go there in the first
place.
I probably would have visited days later, but that obviously is not the
same as January 6. Now excluding the obvious influence, this day
was another day in which we found the camera overly amusing. We
took
pictures of anything that was funny, and we ended up with way too
many.
From this day, we learned that we were amused by such dumb pictures, so
we continued to take much more of those in the future. That is
only
a minor influence though. The main trigger is that I became
familiar
with Darren's residence and by doing that, I pretty much secured a
friendship.
Up until this day, I could have said that Darren and I were still on
the
brink of really becoming friends. It was after this day when
everything
started happening. It was not due to this day solely, and that is
why it is not found higher.
ASU
Business Skills Day - Late into first semester, the club that I
was
in, FBLA, had a scheduled trip to ASU for a competition. The day
was called ASU Business Skills Day, and every person from every Phoenix
FBLA chapter pretty much joined in on this event. Mountain Pointe
sent the most people to this event, and it showed when we had fifteen
hooligans
roaming the area in search for our FBLA officer. The day started
off in our officer's classroom, where everyone met before we had to
leave
for our trip. There we signed our names to make sure all the
people
that signed up was present. Next to our names, we had to put our
ID numbers, so you could see everyone's graduation year. There
was
this girl in FBLA that seemed almost mysterious to me; she was not in
any
previous Mountain Pointe or Centennial yearbooks, but she seemed like a
Junior or a Senior, because she hung out with all of them. When
she
signed her name and ID after mine, I noticed that the first two digits
were "04" inferring that she was a Freshman. I think the fact
that
she was a Freshman changed my attitude toward her just a bit.
That
happened later on, though, so I will be getting to that. When we
reached ASU, Jacques and I quickly got oriented with what we needed to
do that day. The morning of the event was all tests, and I signed
up for two. Jacques signed up for three, but he decided to only
take
two, so he could chill with me for a while. After we were done
with
our tests, we ate food in the downstairs food court, and then we headed
to play some rabid bowling. The game was quite fun, because I
came
from behind and edged Jacuqes and his brother. From there, we
just
started to waste our time until the closing ceremonies. There was
a vacant room in one of the hallways, and because there were so many
Mountain
Pointeers, we took over the whole room. FIfteen of us were just
chilling
in the room wasting time, while other people did their hard work.
I sometime thought that every other school in the district thought that
Mountain Pointe was full of goof-offs and things like that.
Frankly,
we were, because we did nothing but act like fools in public.
Every
once in a while, I found myself flirting with that Freshman girl, just
because I found it amusing. I did not know that I was slowly
getting
attracted to her. Anyway, during the awards ceremony, our school
went insane whenever one of our comrades won a prize. At times,
we
were standing and yelling, and at others, we took off our ties and were
twirling them. From what I heard, the ASU committee did not get a
good impression of us, and we made our officer look bad. I guess
it really was fun in the end, though. As the day closed, we all
took
our ride back to the school and made our way home from there.
Once
I reached my house, I realized that I liked that one Freshman
girl.
It was weird, because I did not understand how it happened. It
was
so sudden, because I had not even thought about her previously.
Then
I remembered something: she was a Freshman. I guess that is what
caught on to be. She was not my "better," but some funky girl I
did
not know. I spent the next few days to get to know her, but
nothing
great happened from it. That is what came of this event. I
called it pseudo-subjectism because it really was not a real case of
subjectism,
but rather a person in which I could easily vent all my caged
feelings.
This was an odd period of my life, because it only lasted a month or
so.
If I never experienced this time, I do not know what would have come of
me in the next few months, just because I really found something about
myself during this time. It was not anything like most people
would
say about themselves, but it was just that I found out how to make my
life
more enjoyable. And I guess that was to have a goal, not to be
misled,
not to find yourself in a place where whatever you do does not
matter.
Pseudo-subjectism oddly triggered some events, but mostly it was an
emotional
change that took place. Though a minor event during Sophomore
year,
without the Business Skills Day, I would be a few months behind in my
heart.
That may be as deep as I get.
Prom
- This, a dance that is supposed to be only available to Juniors
and
Seniors, was raided by a few Sophomores this year. One day, while
I was eating my lunch, I conversed with the six girls that sat at the
table.
They were continuously talking about how they were going to go to Prom,
because they can get a free ticket. Then almost suddenly, they
turned
to me, the only testosterone of the group, and asked me if I wanted to
go to Prom. My first answer was a no, but they kept pestering me
about it the rest of the week. They talked to Chris, who was one
of my good friends, and convinced him to go. Once I knew he was
going
to find himself at Prom, I decided to pack my bags too. Chris and
I prepared for Prom together. We headed to a tuxedo shop in Mesa
to get our Prom wear and we did other random things while we were
there.
Actually, in the dressing room, I found myself in a conversation with a
person who was going to attend Highland's Prom. After five
minutes,
I was never to see him or speak to him ever again. But anyway,
once
the day approached, we planned a food party at Chelsea's house, in
which
people brought various types of edible art to munch on. Once our
dinner was over, we made our way to the dance. It was held in the
same Holiday Inn that Indian functions were held, so it was odd that I
already had messed up memories of being in that place. Annie,
Julia,
and Shayne made their way into Prom because they had passes that
allowed
them to. Chris used a fake ID he made with the help of his friend
George Augustine. Chelsea and I had to wait for Jake and Paige to
get us in. They took around half an hour, but when they came and
we went to the entrance, everyone was waiting for us. I found it
odd that the person who was taking my ticket was none other than the
Vice
Principal, one who knew me too well from the website idiocy. When
we were all together at the dance, we walked around and started to talk
to people. It was interesting that I knew so many people at the
dance,
mostly people from my math class. Later, I found my way toward
the
back where I met up with my math teacher, and my favorite, Mr.
Lassen.
Chris and I talked to him for around fifteen minutes about nerd
things.
His wife got scared because she did not know that nerds actually
existed
and that her husband was the head nerd. Soon, the other parts of
our group were getting mad, so we left. The rest of the night was
is worth enough to save for the autobiography, so I can summarize it to
a simple "it was one heck of a night." When the dance ended, our
group decided on going to IHOP to eat some breakfast or dinner,
whichever
was appropriate. I ordered some chicken tenders, but when they
brought
them to me, the waiter dropped the tenders on the ground. Out of
the ten people at the table, I was the only one that did not notice
that
the waiter dropped the tenders, so I was patiently waiting for my food
while everyone was eating. Finally, someone informed me of what
the
waiter did, and then I was a little bit mad. But I got my food
later
on, and ate it. Once the dinner was over, Chris dropped me at my
house, where I changed into my normal clothes while he dropped off the
girls. He soon came back, and took me to his house, where I was
to
sleep over. Wait, why did I sleep over at his house? It was
because my parents were out of town, and they did not want me to have a
whole house to myself during the wee hours of the night. When we
arrived at Chris' house, he changed into normal clothes and we talked
for
a few minutes and then slept. I finished the night off by
dreaming
of "heck of a night" I had. Though I cannot directly tell why
this
event is so influential, it did create part of the soap opera that
happened
later during the school year. If it was not for this night, my
life
would probably have been clouded with much less than it was. I
might
have to save the rest for the autobiography, but there is one thing to
dwell on. This was the last huge public social event I attended
with
friends, and other than Chris, they were all relatively new
friendships.
What does that create? Strengthened relationships. And of
the
four people that were there that I did not know too well, two of them
became
my really good friends. Sometimes I think I owe it to this day,
but
sometimes I do not. Hence, the reason why it is found in such a
transitional
part of the events page.