Black Wednesday
21 November 2007, 15:12
That’s what I call the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving when a serious share of Columbia High School alumni crowd into that basement-bar called Cryan’s. I go, clearly, because my friends go. It’s that whole mutually-assured awkwardness that we’ve come to cherish.
Priorly, we were at Ed’s house, catching up, chewing the fat, shooting the shit, playing beer pong, and snacking. Why didn’t we just continue doing that?
Over the years, I’ve missed a few Black Wednesdays, but I do have evidence from last year, and 2002, at least.
a tale of Columbia High School, Maplewood/South Orange, the fellas, the opposite sex