Here's an actual thing that happened in my life: Some 15 years and six months ago, Eric and I were in the Dominican Republic, wearing wool marching band uniforms, and several hundred people were shouting, "
guapo," at Eric's brother. That's the sort of thing you wouldn't think I'd forget, but I had until just now.
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You know, that's something you'd think I'd remember as well. And yet I don't.
I remember the wool uniform part. I really wish I remembered people yelling 'guapo!' at Ben. Later when same wool uniforms weren't enough to keep me warm in 20 degree weather at late season football games, I'd try to remember how incredibly hot I'd been in the DR, for mental warmth.
And speaking of swimming....
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