Monday, October 26, 2009

Suburbs of Our Discontent

Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere . . .
--Journey (Don’t Stop Believin’)

Ten hours ago I was cruising around Boston listening to this Journey song.

A strange coincidence this weekend: separate reunions with two old friends in from out of town. Saturday was lunch with the college friend; last night was dinner with the high school buddy. Usually this Journey song (like every Journey song) makes me happy, but last night it gave me goose bumps. Not my usual awesome-memories-of-Steve-Perry-rocking-out goose bumps, but an actual scary feeling.

I saw a production of Macbeth last week, and some people think that play is cursed. I’m not one of those people, but this particular production got me nervous because it was so strange. Strange as in audience members wore Scream-like masks and walked around an abandoned school following a very naked Macbeth.

What do these appearances from the past mean? Last night was like a perfect storm of sleep deprivation, Halloween week, and many anecdotes about my reckless youth. And then I fell asleep in my daughter’s canopy bed because she had crawled into our bed while I was out. I woke up with no idea what decade it was.

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