When I Ordered Fries at the Drive-Thru
1993-1995: I took a class called Video Production at Laramie Country Community College over and over and over again. It was a great class; the final of the year was to make a "Mini-Movie," and I had a blast. Other class assignments included making music videos, commercials, documentaries, etc. I could only take the class three times for actual credit, but I went over that limit because I loved it so much, and had access to the linear video editting equipment. Throughout the course of my classwork, I either developed new or strengthed existing friendships with a number of mostly similiarly-aged people by making movies pretty much all the time.
November 2006: For NaNoWriMo, I wrote my horror novel called Memories of Home, and for the most part, I looked back at my own experiences growing up in Cheyenne, WY. I based the story there. Most of the action takes place at, and around, a place called the "Jefferson Theatre," which was based on Cheyenne's Lincoln Theatre. I told the story from the first-person point-of-view of a guy named Max who had lost contact with a lot of his old friends from Cheyenne, and was only back in town for the funeral of his father. I based Max's once-solid-now-defunct relationships with his old friends on my own feelings over growing up and away from my old crew in Cheyenne. Max's best friend, who becomes a pretty important character in the story (if this was a movie, the actor playing him would have his name listed third in the opening credits), was based on one of my own old friends from Cheyenne named Travis.
December 2006: For my birthday, Brenda gives me a unit I can hook up to the computer to finally be able to dump old school VHS into the machine as an .mpeg file.
February 2007: I finally get around to starting to dump some of my old video into the computer, and I get through some of the older tapes that contain my old Video Production class projects. I haven't watched these old movies in years, so the nostalgia bug hit me pretty hard. The first "Mini-Movie" I produced for that Video Production class was a science fiction piece called Blaze of Glory, and Travis was one of the leads.
Last night: Brenda and I decide we want french fries, so we stopped at the nearby Burgerville on the way home from some Sunday night grocery shopping. As I pass my credit card to the man in the drive-thru window, I saw behind him someone who looked like a slightly older version of Travis. "Oh my God," I said. Brenda asked, "What?" "I'll tell you later," I told her, trying to look around the man with my fries and credit card. I didn't see Travis again, though. Later that night, I called over to Burgerville and asked if there was someone working there with Travis' name, and they confirmed that there was, but by the time I drove over to Burgerville, they had closed.
5:55pm, February 5, 2006: I called Burgerville again and Travis answered the phone. When I asked him if he remembered helping a friend set himself on fire about ten years ago, he didn't seem to know me, but when I gave him my name, he screamed. I screamed. We both screamed. Woo-hoo! Turns out he's been in Portland for about four months now, but since we were both @ work, we couldn't chat much. I told him I'd swing by Burgerville that night when I got off work.
9:00pm: I met up with Travis. Very cool. I invited over to my place and introduced him to Brenda, and we hung out until 11:15-ish that night. We caught up a little bit, but in the end, it was just cool to talk with an old friend. We made sure we had each other's phone numbers, I gave him email address, and that was that. It was a good night (and definitely worth postponing watching Heroes a night!).
Next post will be a Feedback February post; I promise.
November 2006: For NaNoWriMo, I wrote my horror novel called Memories of Home, and for the most part, I looked back at my own experiences growing up in Cheyenne, WY. I based the story there. Most of the action takes place at, and around, a place called the "Jefferson Theatre," which was based on Cheyenne's Lincoln Theatre. I told the story from the first-person point-of-view of a guy named Max who had lost contact with a lot of his old friends from Cheyenne, and was only back in town for the funeral of his father. I based Max's once-solid-now-defunct relationships with his old friends on my own feelings over growing up and away from my old crew in Cheyenne. Max's best friend, who becomes a pretty important character in the story (if this was a movie, the actor playing him would have his name listed third in the opening credits), was based on one of my own old friends from Cheyenne named Travis.
December 2006: For my birthday, Brenda gives me a unit I can hook up to the computer to finally be able to dump old school VHS into the machine as an .mpeg file.
February 2007: I finally get around to starting to dump some of my old video into the computer, and I get through some of the older tapes that contain my old Video Production class projects. I haven't watched these old movies in years, so the nostalgia bug hit me pretty hard. The first "Mini-Movie" I produced for that Video Production class was a science fiction piece called Blaze of Glory, and Travis was one of the leads.
Last night: Brenda and I decide we want french fries, so we stopped at the nearby Burgerville on the way home from some Sunday night grocery shopping. As I pass my credit card to the man in the drive-thru window, I saw behind him someone who looked like a slightly older version of Travis. "Oh my God," I said. Brenda asked, "What?" "I'll tell you later," I told her, trying to look around the man with my fries and credit card. I didn't see Travis again, though. Later that night, I called over to Burgerville and asked if there was someone working there with Travis' name, and they confirmed that there was, but by the time I drove over to Burgerville, they had closed.
5:55pm, February 5, 2006: I called Burgerville again and Travis answered the phone. When I asked him if he remembered helping a friend set himself on fire about ten years ago, he didn't seem to know me, but when I gave him my name, he screamed. I screamed. We both screamed. Woo-hoo! Turns out he's been in Portland for about four months now, but since we were both @ work, we couldn't chat much. I told him I'd swing by Burgerville that night when I got off work.
9:00pm: I met up with Travis. Very cool. I invited over to my place and introduced him to Brenda, and we hung out until 11:15-ish that night. We caught up a little bit, but in the end, it was just cool to talk with an old friend. We made sure we had each other's phone numbers, I gave him email address, and that was that. It was a good night (and definitely worth postponing watching Heroes a night!).
Next post will be a Feedback February post; I promise.
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