Why So Serious?

I was rolling down the road listening to “You Could Be My Yoko Ono,” and I had a thought:  the past couple of months have been rife with heavy situations.

For once in my life, I’ve wished I was 17 again just to be back at play rehearsal with the other theater kids.  “WHERE’S MY GONZO HEAD?!”  Doesn’t mean anything to you (I’m hoping that’s not some vulgar slang somewhere, we just made it up), but when I thought about that a few minutes ago, I laughed out loud.

I’m not saying I haven’t had good times recently, not at all.  My day trip to Charleston was most excellent.  There’s just been a lot of serious discussion and not enough laughter and silliness.  I’m not thinking that I can recreate past times because that’s not really possible.  One can’t recreate past events, but one can make new memories.  It’d be impossible to recreate the Graduation Pact of ‘02 anyway.

“Recreate” three times in three sentences?  This is really bad writing, malchicks.

I’ve got MxPx pulled up on iTunes, and I’m thinking about going to see Kung Fu Panda.  Who’s game?

UPDATE

So I didn’t go see Kung Fu Panda; Daniel, Eric, and I went and saw WALL-E.  It was excellent, and it featured my buddy from A Mighty Wind (whose name escapes me at the moment).