When you are feeling low, it is probably not the best idea to read the alumni newsletter from your fancypants prep school. "I just won a Pulitzer, have developed a cure for cancer, still have hott sexxx with my neurosurgeon/runway model/Olympic medalist wife of 10 years, and am expecting my fourth perfect child this summer. Drop by our villa in Tuscany if you're in the neighborhood!"
Yeah.
Also, on the back of it is a picture of a group of students in front of the Louvre. It took me a few minutes to realize, but it's from when I went to France. You can't see my face, though, because I'm standing off to the side with my head turned, hanging out with Chuck. We were both so too cool for everyone else, and I'm surprised we're even in the picture at all. Damn, we had fun in Paris.
Chuck died... 5 years ago now? 6? He was living in Boston after college, and had invited me to a couple of parties, but I was too shy to go. I hate myself a little for that. I wish I could have seen him at least once, heard his fantastic laugh and gotten a really good Chuck-hug or two.
I miss you, Chuck. "Poussez!"
Posted by thevieve at April 20, 2007 7:49 PM