Oh how I miss the good ol days... This is a must read from Sara. I remember once upon a time when I used to know how to have a good time. I think I might have forgotten, thanks to a thing called being broke. I wake up everyday happy, but when I read things like this I miss it sooooo much. I keep telling myself that I'm done with all that, that I've moved past it because everytime I want to participate something intervenes. Obviously telling me that its all over with and to move on. But then I pop an old Pat Green or Cory Morrow cd in the car and there comes the flood of memories... River trips, busted flip flops, busted asses, boys that were "so pretty", $100 hotel rooms no one stayed in, pot smoking band members, spur of the moment "runs", and lest I forget to mention BEER! Something I've long since forgotten how to drink with my newest ailment of Acid Reflux. I miss the friends, the fun, and sometimes even the fights. It seems like so long ago that when I talk about it, its like it wasn't even me. I have to find a way to get Brian hooked but so far of ALL of my music the one and only band I can get him to sit through is Reckless Kelly and only two of their songs make the cut. Ugh, what's a girl to do?
