raise your hand if you remember when ...

Several years after it was sold into syndication, and several years after I was too old to be watching it, I watched my first episode of Dawson's Creek. And then I watched EVERY episode of Dawson's Creek. And for too many months after that, I began every conversation, every sentence, EVERY THOUGHT with "this is like that one time on Dawson's Creek when ..."
Sigh, Pacey Witter, sigh.

There was always a kite in my vehicle in case the spirit moved me - or the wind did, one - and I needed to stop for some emergency flying.

I discovered the alumni stickers in the bookstore were only $1.49 where my college career was approximately 33,557 times that and I reasoned that purchasing the decal and putting it on my Jeep seemed infinitely easier than going to class and writing papers. I did finish, but that trusty sticker was applied 3 years prior to earning my degree. I'm so stinking smart.

Wing consumption equaled an event. Hey, guys. Want to get together and ... wings?

Every weekend included chips, salsa, and "puffy tacos" with extra dressing from Cactus Jack's and some sort of shenanigans with The Brothers Four. Usual shenanigans involved climbing rope and structures that weren't meant to be climbed. And laughter. Pants-wetting laughter. And sometimes underclothes worn over the outer. And sometimes tarps. And always engineering, or rigging, or creating.

Phew. Those days were good. So good.

But I only thought those were the glory days.

Glory Days are being redefined.

Daily.