Now that I am 22 years old and have moved a couple times I have been experiencing what its like to run into people from my past. And the interesting part of this happening is trying to decide what to do about it.

My friend Tom came over to my house this past weekend and asked if Jeannette and I wanted to go out to the bars. There was a costume party at a bar his sister was at across the river. And beings Jeannette and I have been living with our parents and haven’t had an outlet to plug our electrifying selves into we jumped on the chance to recharge our social sides.

When we got to costume party we entertained ourselves by eating stale pop corn and tossing around ideas about a ceiling crawl race. (Don’t ask). The ideas were, for the most part, empty promises so to speak. But I found the more beer I drank the more and more some of the ideas we were throwing around sounded fun.

We had seen my first grade teacher when we first walked into the bar. And comments had been made about "picking her up". Tom and I decided to put our words to action.

There was a D.J. who had been playing country toons and pop classics all night long. So we decided to make a dedication of a Van Halen song, "Hot for the Teacher". He told us he wasn’t going to use any names but he would play the song. A half our later the D.J. Announced; "Attention Everyone! This next song goes out to all those sexy grade school teachers in the audience we wouldn’t have gotten to the place where we are now without you!" Or something along those lines. It being a small town there was no question on who the song was directed towards. The words are a little fuzzy but the feeling of looking across that crowded costume party and seeing my first grade teacher turn 3 shades of pink is still very clear. I guess she was skimming the bar with her eyes the whole night looking for her admirers. Now that my head is clear and I can actually think straight, I’m asking myself why I didn’t dance with her or give her a hug or a kiss at that! Oh well, maybe next time.