So lately I’ve been thinking about my best friend from high school, Sarah. She was a year ahead of me, and starting around my freshman year we were joined at the hip. I don’t remember how we ended up that way, I just remember that at some point we mutually decided we liked being at each other’s houses on the weekends rather than out drinking and partying and making babies. So she would come and get me on Friday, and we would sit up all night and watch MuchMusic television and talk about Stephen King books and why math was stupid and we’d discuss how neither of us really fit in in Cement, Oklahoma.
On Saturday nights, we’d turn on channel four and watch Saturday Night Live and hope there would be a Wayne’s World sketch. I think the first one we saw together was in…1991? (Holy shit, is that right? Good God, that was a long time ago.) Something about them had just clicked with us, and in an instant we were teenaged Wayne’s World freaks. Every weekend, we tuned in. We talked about them at school. We talked about what Aurora, Illinois, must be like. And when the movie came out…shit, man, we were sold. We watched it at least ten times together. We dressed up as Wayne and Garth for Halloween. I made a button to put on my jacket, and inside that button was a picture of Mike Myers I had cut out of a magazine. (Incidentally, it ended up being the first button I ever put on a jacket, and if you’ve known me awhile, you know I still wear them.) We were small town Wayne’s World fans, and we were the only ones there, and we were totally cool with that.
But hey, stuff happens, right? Life happens. And though we ended up at the same university, just like we planned, we went our separate ways eventually. The last time I saw her, she was working her ass off at a faucet factory and I was doing meth and waitressing at a local bar. We were different and we knew it. I knew she was disappointed in me; I could see it in her face.
Anyway, after that I moved on to Lawton, and most of you know where I ended up from there. But all that’s history, and now I’m here. Straightened out. Clean. Happy. Still watching Wayne’s World every chance I get. I’d like to find her now, and find out how she’s doing, and let her know how I’m doing. Her sister’s on Facebook, so maybe I’ll send her a message and ask about her. I’d like her to know that I’m a good person again, and that I never stopped thinking about her.
I’d like her to know what it’s like here in Aurora, Illinois.