Poseur

Lately I've lacked motivation to cook for myself. The unending problem of starvation rears its ugly head and I'm forced to go out to eat. Today I was waiting in line at Subway. I was and still am wearing a very faded baseball cap with the Chief on the front and the words "marching illini" on the back. I had bought this cap 5 years ago because I had every intent on joining MI once I got into college. I had a tryout scheduled and everything. I chickened out and here I am today; a bum dressed up in a tuxedo. A guy behind me in line approached me and said that he noticed my hat and was wondering if MI would be allowed to be in the stands instead of in the horse-shoe section next season. He, being an ex-MI mentioned that he was glad that Gary was back in charge. He seemed like a nice guy and my opportunities to socialize with anyone haven't been too plentiful as of late, so I kept the converstaion going. I assumed the role of a saxophone player who had been in MI for 2 years, but this was my last year. We talked about road trips, bowl games, his drunken experiences with Illinettes free of all inhibition. I don't know what I enjoyed more, my satisfaction at my ability to play the part, or the opportunity to just talk to someone new. I still regret not trying out for MI. It's definatly in the top 5 of things I regret most in my life.