Letters to an Old Life, Pt 1 September 28, 2009Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, i wish i was still in college, letters, letters to an old life, life, shenanigans, the midwest.
It has been thirty-nine days since we last spoke (not that I am counting or anything). I must say, so far, I am content and happy with Fargo. The city has treated me well and I love my new friends, job, and life. I’m actually happy with myself for once. But, damnit. There are things about you I just cannot let go of.
I miss living with Vic and Clint. I miss my little bedroom with too much shit in it. I would give anything to be sitting on Vic’s leather couch watching the Food Network, drinking High Life or Schlitz, eating queso, and listening to them talk about Giada’s breasts. I miss running with Clint. I miss watching True Blood with Vic. I miss quoting Super Troopers with them at inappropriate moments. I still laugh when I think about playing Presidents and Assholes with them and Will… I miss them.
As much as I bitched about your lack of quality dining… I miss Martin’s Sidedoor Deli and the wonderland that was salad bars, sushi, and deli sandwiches. I crave Uptown Kitchen and the orgasm in a tortilla they called their “breakfast burrito”. I would literally murder someone for a veggie burrito bowl from Chipotle right now. Nothing sounds better at this moment than an Oaken Bucket cheeseburger or Barnaby’s pizza with cheese sauce… or even some fish and chips with a Guiness on tap from Fiddlers.
I miss all the sketchy, smelly, sticky, grossness that came with your dive bars. I miss the pitchers of Long Island Iced Tea from Finnie’s. I miss huge beers from the Backer. I miss the Woo-Woos from Club Fever. I miss the awful decisions that were made whenever we were at one of these establishments. I miss the terrible music, sticky floors, and sweaty bodies that we hated when we were there… but craved when we weren’t.
Till next time,