The other day I was watching a TV show in which a person was challenged to say what they were doing at some point in the past, like “in spring of 1995.”
It occurred to me that I cannot for the life of me remember that sort of thing for long stretches of my adult life, unless it’s an anniversary. I can remember when I met my wife, because that has an anniversary fixed to it, but I cannot for the life of me even remember in what YEAR I dated that chick Janet. I mean, I really liked her and we dated for awhile but I don’t even recall, exactly, the calendar year. Was that 1994? Or 1993? I have the same problem with all my pre-wife girlfriends. I dated this girl named Ally for awhile but that might have been anywhere from 1993 to 1997 and I forgot her last name, too.
And there was this time me and some Army buddies got into a huge brawl at the Prince George and they threw us all out. Now, I will grant you I was pretty drunk at the time, but the event continued through to the next day when I woke up in a buddy’s stairwell and we went out partying to celebrate (but not at the PG; we were banned for life.) I can’t remember what year that was, either. It was 1991, 1992 or 1993. I think.
Was the time I tried to pick up Susan’s Colombian cousin in 1997? Or 1996? What year did I get rid of the Pulsar and get the Buick Regal? You know, I’m no longer even all that sure what year I finally graduated. Was it 1999 or 2000? It’s on my diploma but I lost that. I keep thinking I should order a replacement but I keep forgetting to.
Jesus, I’m only 34.