Mt. Dew Stream of Consciousness
Last Friday evening I went and saw The Bourne Supremacy. A really great movie, a high energy thrill ride that made me wonder how they didn’t kill all of the stunt people by the end of filming. For some reason during that movie I suddenly had the biggest craving for Mountain Dew, Doritos, and peanut butter sandwiches on wonder bread. This is totally the main character’s meal of choice from Secret Window starring Johnny Depp. So on my way home from the movie, I gave in and bought Doritos, white bread, and a 12-pack of Mt. Dew. While I like Mt. Dew, I usually only drink one or two cans a month. Its now only Wednesday and I only have one can left. Needless to say, I’ve had way too much caffeine in the past few days and this probably explains why I am awake at nearly midnight when I usually go to bed by a little after 10pm. My cat is sleeping soundly on my bed while my brain goes about a million miles an hour. I’m lying there thinking about a bit of a conversation I had with Mark Mullins regarding the title of a song he was singing with Harry at the show in Denver last week. It was some gospel song and I was curious as to what the title was and Mark tells me he has no idea, that basically if its not Zepplin, Black Sabbath, or some other 70’s rock band, he doesn’t have a clue. Which makes me realize how much music I’ve been exposed to since I was introduced to Harry. I never listened to any 70’s rock until I became a fan of Mark’s band Bonerama that covers a lot of music from that era. I’d hear these hip arrangements and then want to hear the originals. Luckily for me, I have just about every album by all the classic rockers from that genre thanks to Andy Tauke’s giant 50GB+ mp3 collection that he shared several years back. Never thought I’d listen to it originally, but it sure has come in handy. So I’m listening to ‘War Pigs’ basically because back in the summer of 1992 I came to Iowa City for the first time and went to All-State Music Camp. There is no way I could’ve known how much that would shape my life. I ended up attending Iowa and still live in Iowa City. It was there that I met Julie Bovenmyer who introduced me to Harry’s music and would eventually become one of my college roommates. Which then leads me to the thought of what has become of a few college friends. I have no idea where Julie B. has gotten to. She graduated a year before me and moved away. I heard rumors she got married. But I have no idea. Google gives me nothing. I’ve wanted to sincerely thank her for being that person who introduced me to Harry. And no thoughts of lost friends would be complete without wondering about Min and Megan. The nice bartender/waitress at Bennigans tonight totally reminded me of Megan. Megan McDonald, one of my best friends from high school and my college roommate for a year and a half, I would never have believed she’d just drop out of my life and I wouldn’t even know how to get ahold of her. Last I knew she was in Arizona somewhere, possibly going back to school. I still have the bookshelf she made in 8th grade. I keep my dvd’s on it. And last but not least, there is Min. Minnette Bucklin. Another college friend who I was close enough to that I was the last person to see her go down the aisle before she got married. I was the person who helped her get through the divorce less than a year later. And then she too, just disappeared. Rumor has it, she’s living with or married to someone from the school in Colfax she was teaching at. I often send cards to her at holidays care of her parents in Baxter, IA, but I never hear back. Its so weird. It has been almost 4 years. Oh my goodness, has it really been that long? Maybe only 3. But still. In this time of Google, I find it exceedingly frustrating to not be able to hunt these people down. It makes me really wonder what I ever did that they would want to hide from me or the world in general so much. *sigh*
And now it is midnight and my brain is still rambling, but I think I will try to sleep.
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