For some reason, Aaron and I have been feeling very nostalgic lately, frequently starting stories out of nowhere with a, "Do you remember when..." The story we brought up the other night was so fun, we decided to sort of recreate it.
Here's the story: We were both in our very early 20s (21 for me, 22 for Aaron), and still had quite a bit of partying to get out of our systems. When invited to a pool party at the home of one of my high school friends, we accepted without hesitation. It was a great night - lots of reminiscing with friends I hadn't seen since graduation, some drunken belly flop contests from the boys, and a ton of laughter. Around three in the morning, we finally decided to call it a night and headed back to Aaron's apartment.
On the way there we confessed to each other how absolutely starving we both were, and discussed what to eat when we got home. Macaroni and cheese? Pizza? Popsicles? Hot Pockets? We got there, found that he was out of mac and cheese, popsicles, and Hot Pockets, and that the pizza place was closed. Looking through his cupboards we didn't find much, and finally decided on sharing a pan of Stove Top stuffing.
To this day, it was one of the best things I've ever eaten.
You know whe you're slightly drunk, starving, and whatever you eat is absolutely delcious? Yeah. We had that going on. We sat in his bed, in our underwear, eating stuffing out of a pan, and laughing about all of the hijinks we experienced that evening. And we still remember the details to this day. It's funny what things become memories, isn't it?
So the other night, faced with the fact we were starving and neither of us wanted to go to the store, we stared into the pantry and both had the same thought at the same time. It was a total moment for sharing a pan of stuffing. So we did, and it wasn't nearly as good as the last time, but it was almost as much fun. These days, when it's hard to remember the romance sometimes, when we're both stressed out from work and lack of sleep, and making big life decisions, it seems that something as small as a pan of processed stuffing can bring the good feelings flowing back. We've vowed to do it again.