Gina Bean!

For the first time in what seems like ages, Zack and Joe (and Joe’s girlfriend, Stephanie) came over to hang out tonight for Joe’s birthday.  Before we made our way to Big Truck Tacos though, Zack had gotten the letters Joe and I wrote to ourselves during our senior year in high school from the time capsule that was opened at the 10 year reunion last weekend.

My letter to myself is, to put it lightly, vapid.  I remember thinking, at 17, that I was smart and mature beyond my years.  Reading my letter tells me otherwise.  It held no deep thoughts or reflections or hopes or fears.  Instead, it’s more or less a cheery, “Oops, I forgot to write the letter until the last day so here it is!  Tee hee!  Say hi to all the people from high school I’m still friends with! ”  Did I think my 28-year-old self would be impressed by that?  That I’d “predicted” I’d still be friends with the same people?  Pssh.  Youthful arrogance.

Obviously, now I am smart and mature beyond my years.  I mean, just look at the stuff I talk about all the time!  Lord of the Rings, Legos, Star Wars, Lego Star Wars, pens, Harry Potter…

Eh hem…

Right…