when i spotted this picture on a friend’s facebook page, it caught my eye. in fact, i couldn’t stop looking at it. i don’t know anyone in it. i don’t know where it is, or what’s going on. but i love everything about it. it made me feel…like i was there.
because i have been there. many times. i can tell it’s probably in a small house, with wood floors that make a lot of noise when you walk across the room.
i can tell that the floor is probably lopsided because of all the different occupants – and furniture – that the house has seen. marbles would roll.
it’s maybe somebody’s birthday or perhaps even new year’s eve.
it’s loud. it’s personal. they all know each other.
i love the twinkling lights in the window, like maybe it’s cold outside but inside it’s kind of stuffy, and there’s lots of laughter. there’s inside jokes, eye rolling, standing around with awkward arms.
there’s food, but not much. some chips but all the dip is gone. you should have eaten before you came, because you might drink one beer too many. or heck, we’ll just go out afterward to that little mexican place that stays open all night.
you know the songs, or most of them, or some of them, because these are your friends.
from the outside, to someone driving by, it looks warm and nostalgic, makes them remember a similar time light years ago.
but for you, on the inside, it’s just another night. a fun night. that someday you will remember fondly. nostalgically. in about 20 more years from now.
...turns out, i do know someone in the picture. thank you, matt (on drums) for letting me share it...
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