Memory lane is a dead end street, my dear friend.

Memory lane is an ever present street intricately programed into the skulls of individuals once they become old enough to pay it visits. Friday I lugged my way down this narrow dead end street to visit friends who never lose their swagger. Maddie picked me up around 6o'clock sharp, I know this exact time because E! news was about to come on. She was able to score her grandmaw's car for the weekend so this played out perfectly. Together Maddie and I drove around, aimlessly in an effort to waste excess time. We arrived at harahan park and talked about our hopes and dreams and everything in between. Our topic of conversation lately has been revolving around Sex and the city episodes that we share our opinions on. I love 90s throw back. We compare ourselves to the characters and try to find any ounce of likeness in each comprimising situation that the show presents. It's nice, I think memory lane will appreciate that memory for light years to come. Avery arrived in her usual glowing livlihood. She was dressed very down in over sized sweats and a shirt that could fit another corspe in it. She never dressed to impress, while it was one of the things I disliked about her it also conveyed the most powering messsage of all, "I don't meander through life to impress you, you, or any of you." Well that's what I picked up anyway, I quoted it because it seems like that was her point. Maybe I'm just delusional. We hadn't seen each other in quite some time but once again memory lane worked it's magic and altered together lumpsomes of past events into conversation. We went to Kyto 2 and grabbed some sushi, instantaneously past meals we all shared together there clammered my brain. We attempted to take our talk to the levee but the misquotos were just not having it. Instead we opted to sit in front of Meghan's old house on walter road. Half joking/half kidding Maddie called Meghan and asked her permission. The house is deserted now, but the old pool parties, movie nights, arguements, etc remained in tact. Meghan was in destrehan with her boyfriend so she was unable to make it, I don't know if I would've been able to keep my voice from cracking or my eyes from giving birth to individual tears had she been there. It would seem that much more real. I still feel Mr. Kenny's presence whenever I talk to her, I can feel him giving his two cents into conversation, or laughing when Mrs. Gina would try and cook an unburnt meal, or when him and paw paw would gather in the living room, engaging in a screaming match agaisnt the television that displayed his coveted fight nights. I know he's the kind of angel that never sways. I know he'd be so proud of her and the young woman she is becoming. I do wish I saw Meghan more but it's the way the cards have been dealt. We all gathered around in a continuous circle, crouching as if we planned to do this in unison. Destin vacation was what we all loved to talk about most. It was the most ideal trip, 4 best friends sweating in the back of a truck. It was sisterhood of the traveling pants style. We walked onto her old porch, chalk filled I love you's to various boys were scrawled all over the wood panneling. That house was an invisible glue that managed to bring all of our different personalitys and traits together. I spent years in that house, living life and sharing my trials and tribulations with the Laizer family. No matter what the house's fate ultimately becomes we will always have our dear friend Memory lane to thank for remembering it all today. The night ended with watching The virgin suicides, which was hauntingly mesmerizing, Sophia copola managed to capture the essence of the girl's emotions. It was filmed beautifully and the story line was superb. I really loved it, and all the records played through out. I'm going to buy a record player now!