Friday, February 9, 2018

Memories Should Be Cherished


It was the fall of 2005. I had just moved into my dorm earlier that day and was already heading to my first club experience. The club was a hole-in-the wall located in walking distance from the campus. The girl I was heading there with lived two doors down from me in the dorm. She was also a familiar face, so I was excited to be experiencing this special moment with her.

I didn't know her, but I'd met her earlier that summer during college orientation. The fact that we had met that summer and were living so close during our very first year of college made me think we'd be friends for a long time.

We made it to the club. The smell of weed smoke and alcohol was thick. A lot of people stood around both inside and out. The club, which had a name that sounded like a church, was very small. Being inside of it made me feel claustrophobic. Not much dancing was happening, so I figured others must have felt the same way.  I wasn't sure about her, but I was out of my element.

After that night the two of us were good friends for several weeks. Then we started hanging with others. Well, I was young and couldn't deal with having issues with someone that lived so close to me so I started spending my time in other places where I could meet new people.

I haven't talked to her in a long time, but I like hole-in-the-wall clubs now.


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