Lost In Yonkers

The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.

Though she’d made it plain that she wasn’t interested in me as anything more than a friend, Rachael did agree to go with me to see the production of Lost In Yonkers that Chelmsford High School was putting on back home. Part of me was grateful even for that. Perhaps I’d bump into an old girlfriend who might get jealous now that I had a pretty girl to accompany me. The ex-girlfriend wouldn’t need to know the details.

Whatever. I don’t think there really was anything that sinister going on. I just liked hanging out with Rachael and I wasn’t going to miss a chance to do so.

The show was good but not as good as the production I’d seen earlier in the year, the one that Benari had starred in. I remember Rach being particularly taken with the performance of young Scott Wilson, who I’d worked with on Hansel and Gretel back in the spring.

That’s about all I remember about this night. It was one of the last nights Rachael and I hung out together before a big surprise would come my way as the semester drew to a close.