1991 was a pretty good year to be 13 years old. Stephanie and I had been friends since sixth grade, and have been ever since, but eighth grade was definitely our year. While the other girls were in puffy dresses and Z cavariccis, we were rocking the black, the Chucks, the vintage, and discovering Urban Outfitters back when it was way cooler. We were reading Spin and Rolling Stone and Sassy.
Eighth grade would not have been eighth grade without the REM obsession. It is the defining feature of our 13th year. The only fan letter I ever wrote was penned with Stephanie to the band, and it was 10 pages long. We had every album, and knew all the lyrics even though they didn't publish linear notes and we didn't have access to the internet, that I can remember.long planned pilgrimage to Athens, Georgia. REM is playing in Atlanta and we're going to be there. For the first time ever, we will be seeing the remaining three band members play live, instead of watching them on VHS over and over and over again.
I'm still a little annoyed at them for not breaking up at the millennium like they promised, because they didn't want to be one of those aging hipster bands. But, now that I'm almost 30, aging hipster doesn't seem like such a bad thing.
So wish us luck on our 13 going on 30 pilgrimage. I'm leaving tomorrow.
And just curious, if you could take a pilgrimage of a similar sort, where would you go and who would you see?