Monday, June 15, 2009

The Summer of '09 OR My new office is quite possibly a grave for my younger self and all of his accompanying good times

I just started my first “real job” outside of college. On my first day I was cool and collected. I was keeping it all together until the secretary showed me to my office.

I have an office!

I looked around the office at my desk, my computer, my stapler, and promptly began to freak out because of what it all symbolized.

This is it, I thought. This office is the mausoleum where my young self has come to die. The good times are officially over.

I hope all that is not true, but I fear it is. I’m gonna spend the Summer of 2009 working like a dog.

I thought back to the Summer of 2007, arguably one of the best summers I have ever had. That summer I lived in Idaho with my two friends Shane and Kyle and we didn’t have a care in the world, or at least I didn’t.

We watched all five seasons of Alias. Jennifer Garner in a bunch of weird costumes = AWESOME SUMMER.

We also went hiking and to tons of shows. We played a grip of Mario Kart and ate approximately one metric ton of Oreos. We did everything.

The crowning event happened at the end of the summer. We were all sitting in our living room at one in the morning. Somebody decided that we should go camping, I don’t remember who anymore. I was hesitant at first, but I knew that Kyle was getting married in a week and I knew our time to do fun things was limited so I agreed.

We knew it was too late to go to a real campsite, so we loaded our “camping gear” into somebody’s car and drove all over town looking for a park to sleep in. Unfortunately, the sprinklers were on in every single park we went to, making them soggy, unsuitable camping grounds. Somebody spotted a little church with a perfectly dry, usable lawn and we settled down there for the night.

About one minute before 6 a.m., while we were all sleeping peacefully, the sprinklers came on. There was much shouting and much swearing and the three of us were up and trying to escape. Kyle and Shane were in blankets and easily jumped up and found refuge on the sidewalk.

I, on the other hand, was zipped up in a sleeping bag. I was so frantic and half asleep that I pretty much exploded out of the sleeping bag like some alien parasite bursting out of its human host, ripping out the zipper and losing the basketball shorts I had been sleeping in in the process. I quickly picked up what was left of my sleeping bag and shorts and tried to run off the lawn in my underwear, only the grass was super wet and I slipped and fell flat on my face and got covered in grass.

Kyle and Shane were doubled over and laughing hysterically, and once I was safely off the grass I started laughing too. We laughed the whole way home.

There are a million stories like that, but now all of my friends are married and live in different states and I've just started out on a burn-your-life-out career path. I'm still clinging for dear life to the hope that I still have a few more good times coming, though.

Anyone feel like camping? I have better basketball shorts now and I know a couple of real campsites.


  1. we watched all 5 seasons that spring 07 before gnome and martin got married. one of the best shows ever.

    and im pretty sure i've seen an episode of x-files that is a lot like your "camping" story....

  2. At least you have an office, instead of being thrown into a mass grave ;)

    It is interesting how life changes. I totally miss the college atmosphere. I don't miss homework and tests, but $5 Hot-and-readies across the parking lot and band practice in the laundry room was excellent.

    There are good things too about growing up. If anything you have to do it or you end up that guy who creeps everyone out on campus because you've been there for a decade, and that's no existence either.

  3. This is my favorite one you've written recently. The beauty of being a grown-up is you can go fake camping in the middle of the week if you want to. Sure, you'll be tired, but if you've got your own office, you can shut the door and take a power nap. Being a real adult, I find, is magical. Give it a little while, and you'll see that it's a pretty enchanted lifestyle. PS. I feel a Jacob tribute coming on for one of my up-coming blogs.

  4. Id love to go camping. I had my son when I was 18, I'm now 20, and I'm an insurance agent. My youth is totally GONE.

  5. Hahaha. Oh man. That was great. I nearly peed my pants.

  6. i'd be so excited to get my own office!
    don't worry, i'm sure there's a thousand more opportunities in your future to go fake camping

  7. man summer 2007 WAS the best. and i'm still doubled over laughing about the sprinkler incident!


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