We had huge crushes on artsy guys who earned a living doing medical studies. We'd listen to "Hospital" by The Modern Lovers again and again while being overly dramatic about loves that were never meant to be, so we fell in love with Jonathan Richman instead.
My friend invited me to go see Madame Butterfly with her because she was obsessed with Weezer's Pinkerton album. After crying through most of the opera, we ran back to the car in the rain, talked about how it was the best opera ever, and how Rivers Cuomo looked super creepy with a beard.
We'd spend our lunches in the hallway talking about how Robert Smith's sugar watered hair would smell really nasty and how we wouldn't care and love him anyways.
We would go to NYC just to eat burritos. After eating, we wouldn't be able to move thanks to the portions at Burrito Bar.
We randomly wanted banana splits, so we went to Carvel and shared one. I noticed the cool polka dotted pattern on the wall, but it turned out that all those hundreds of dots were little flies. We ran out and my friend threw what remained of our treat at the store window.
My friend wore her Keds to sleep because of how bad her feet smelled. She rarely took them off until it was time to buy a new $6 pair at Kmart.
