Friday night lights

See that? That's a high school football game. My Alma mater. My brother plays on the team. So we all went to watch last night. And is there anything better than a Friday night high school football game? Clear sky, full moon, biggest crowd I've ever seen.

But it made me wistful. And I was jealous. I want to go back. I didn't look like the high school girls I saw there though. So trying to look important, with too much eyeliner and skirts that rode a little too high on the thigh. Everything in high school is SO IMPORTANT. At the game it's who you sit with, what "he" says about you, and where you go after. Everyone had a cell phone. Everyone was texting. (We didn't have text when I was in high school) I'm glad of that.

There is such a thing as too much communication.

But it was nice to be there. To remember when I played soccer and lacrosse on that very field. The shouts of fans, the whistle trill in the late summer air. Something about that place will always sit on a little pedestal in my mind. Because it defined me for a time. I was an athlete. I had a purpose. And god it was fun.

The girls paraded by, impossibly beautiful, impossibly thin. The boys watching them, acting like they didn't care but oh how they do. And this time, I got to watch it all, my honey by my side and not a worry in the world.

I think I miss it a little, but not very much at all.