So while I was having a good laugh at that idea and image, and just the strangeness of time passing and getting older, I started thinking in more general terms about "twenty years ago." What was I doing twenty years ago? That was a year and a half earlier than this Madison movie memory. So I looked at my iCal for January 16, 1990. Tuesday. First week back in school. Second semester of junior year. And that actually meant something quite specific, I realized.
Twenty years ago tonight, I was having my first increasingly-awkward dinner with my roommate Dave's friend Jenny Patton, tucked at a table for two on the side of the Douglas Hall cafeteria after Dave and Laura bailed on us after choir practice. I had just been trying to amuse her with stories from over Christmas break, but then I had no idea what to do or say as this cute and forthright freshman girl was asking me all about myself and why I wasn't dating anyone. At the time, I remember having the momentary desire to try to escape, while at the same time being intrigued at having her think I was that interesting. In retrospect, it's just a good memory, and only brings a big smile to my face. I've still got the essay from my essay-writing class that semester that describes that conversation tucked somewhere in the bowels of my harddrive. (Ew. Just glanced at that. An essay I wrote on how people reveal themselves to one another. The example is still just what it is, but the reflective part of the essay? So over-written. Oh, well, I'm glad to see that I'm making some literary progress....)