Today is the big diggup. 10 years (and a few months) ago, upon graduation from High School, my close girlfriends and I buried a box. A time capsule, hoorah! We put things that mattered to us in the box, answered questions about who would do what first, put items that represented the time (e.g., I’m pretty sure I have some Arnette sunglasses in there, ha), and buried them in the backyard of the parents we thought most unlikely to move. It turned out three of the five of us did move, so we thought well (or with luck).
Tonight we will dig it up— hopefully before it gets too dark as I’m not so confident we marked it expertly.
One girlfriend is in town from NYC for a wedding, so we must do it this very Carmageddon weekend! I will leave work early for once, get some beer and some corn, and let the party begin. Everyone is bringing husband/bf/fiance but my guy is in KC. All is well though when I have FaceTime! Got you, world.
I’m hopeful we asked more questions than I can remember doing in a circle with separate pens and papers so that no one could influence another’s answers. I mostly remember the who will get married first question which seems a little boring right now, but I’m sure hilarity will ensue based upon my mental state 10 years ago.
So, hooray, today is the day!