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I remember the first time I drove back to Buffalo after moving to Charlotte… vaguely, anyhow. I either stopped at a hardware store to purchase, or grabbed a screwdriver from Quail Hollow before leaving. I distinctly remember fueling up at a gas station and then uninstalling my NY plates before mounting my new NC plate on the back. At the time I felt so tough. Sure it sounds small and insignificant, but really, how many times does a person sling a new state plate on their car at a gas station before taking a 10 hour solo road trip just weeks after moving 700 miles away to a new place? I also told my employer the day before that I wasn’t sure I’d be back. Maybe Charlotte wasn’t for me. “Bad break up, gotta find a new place to live. Maybe I made a piss poor decision by coming here,” etc., etc. I got a raise on the spot, and thusly gave NC the first of another shot. Amazing what an additional dollar per hour could do in the late 90’s.
One of the best decisions ever, as I found a couple kindred spirits in the meantime. Maybe some Moosehead after work on a Thursday. Or Fairview Grill. Or wherever the hell Jeanette’s apt complex was at any given time. I vividly remember one night where I was so impressed by her washer and dryer, one on top of the other; they were freestanding in a cove/closet type area just off the kitchen. Man, was I jealous. Laundry facilities right in the house? Several feet from the fridge?? Ah, hell yeah!! And there’s something to be said for a climate where one can recline on patio furniture in comfortable temps more often than not. Either way, it sure beat the four or five steps down to the community laundry room at Sailboat Bay to the dank laundry area where it was easy to imagine any number of horrors occurring.
Has to be about 9 or 10 years since then. Not a day goes by where I don’t miss those girls. Jeanette and Lisa. Girls to whom you could tell any kind of thing. Girls that you could count on for anything. Girls who you could eat nachos with while systematically discussing how you all plan on solving that which is wrong with the world. Lucky lucky to have these friends
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Oh yes, we have some great memories but you forgot ABI!! Remember $2 pint night on Thursdays?! Years have passed & I still thank God we managed to get home safely after every crazy night...even if its not quite clear how we got home!
I, for one, am so glad you stayed for an extra buck!
Love you girl. xoxo
LOL! Oh, those were indeed the days at the Grill. Wasn't ever quite the same once they moved it. I am with Jeanette - how we made it home, much less back to work ON TIME the next day, is beyond me.
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