I'm going a tiny bit out of chronological order because this one was just too perfect not to post today. August 27th. Which back in 1994 happened to be the first Saturday night I spent as a college student. And there was debauchery on Main St. in Oneonta. And then there was the convergence of two groups of marauding college students. And then there was a boy. At that moment in time, he was The Boy.
And the fact that I remember this speaks to my freakishly accurate memory and the impact that this random encounter would have on me. Oh, the first loves. They were so intense, weren't they?? And when you're 19 and you kiss The Boy for the first time in his dorm room with Pearl Jam playing softly in the background, you feel like the Earth has tilted a little bit on its axis.
The beauty of the music being that you get to reminisce upon it for years to come.