Two years ago, I was at a party. I was drinking cheap beer out a can to wash down the taste of a nasty, orange flavored malt beverage.
Two years ago, I was going through a tough break up. I combated the jagged edges of that break up with the promising beginnings of another relationship.
Two years ago, we pretended like we were high schoolers for a night. I only remember the first two thirds of the night thanks to that orange malt beverage.
Tonight, I walked back from class. I am taking two classes for fun and to keep me busy post-baccalaureate graduation.
Tonight, I find myself mentally sifting through memories of those promising beginnings. I push those rancid thoughts out of my head by reminding myself that the future also holds promise.
Tonight, I contemplate the color scheme for my best friend’s wedding. I do believe that phrase (“my best friend’s wedding”) will take a while to sink in and really mean something other than the Julia Roberts movie title.
Oh, what a difference two years makes.