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A visit to Kansas City REVISIT THE YEAR 2000 Sometimes, there are nights when nostalgia just wins out, and its never easy to turn back time. Throughout the trip, its hard not to reminiscence about old times and about the youthful transgressions you made when you are young and stupid. For the bulk of my trip, I came to realize that I didn't grow up any until I was twenty five. Gen produced a video tape from the magical year I was twenty five, when we
were partying, blowing up anvils and celebrating the mild decadence of our mid twenties at our friends' wedding.
Beyond the motel room drunken hi-jinks, and beside the fact everyone captured on the video all looked as though they were fifteen years old, the personalities remained the same. After being exposed to the twenty minute video, I retracted my earlier statements about maturing by age twenty five, and hoping no video surfaces to prove I hadn't removed the brash and outrageous adolescent edge that was all too apparent in the year 2000.
PART OF THE VIDEO TRANSCRIPT: JS '06: (laughing) SCHLIEFKE... (laughing) MS '06: Why doesn't anyone ever tell me to shut the (expletive) up. GG '06: We didn't know it was an option. JS '06: Yeah, it's no use... MS '06: It is now, it's on the table. JS '06: We need to have a codeword, we can't just tell you to shut the (expletive) up. Licorice! JS '06:
Schliefke! Cotton Candy! JS '06: Like everyone's just staring at the smoldering... (laughter) MS '06: Here it goes...
MS '00: Man that fuse is just burning... Just to taunt us (laughter) Look at that smoke
