My collision course with ‘the big 3-0′ is finally looking inevitable, no matter how much I want to believe otherwise… The first clue that it’s taking it’s toll on me: I went in search for old embarrassing pictures of my from my past today at Pickett’s place.
Brandon Pickett is quite possibly the world’s biggest Drum Corps fan, and just so happened to be my seat partner for two years at the Blue Knights.
I remember the day in 1998 that we met, decided to be seat partners on the bus, and later that night jammed to the 1974 Purple Lancers for the first time. Let’s just say we’re soul mates. If he had a vagina I’d be inside it. Alot.
Anyway, I stayed on his couch last night after my sister’s birthday party, and he dug up some serious pictures! This set features shots of my time at the Blue Knights, ranging from 1998-2000ish.
I know I’m getting old when I’m actually happy to see older pictures of myself.
Answering one obvious question: Yes, I ate back then, tons!!! Just ask Mom Pickett about the 11 grilled cheese sandwiches at lunch, and ask Pickett himself about the two Chipotle Burritos in a row I ate.
