After not being in the same school with my sister for a year we were
reunited but this time things were different. She had a boy friend, a
really cool boyfriend. She was a lot less influential at this point
in my life so I was not so very tied up in her opinions and her
assessments of me. I was, however, madly in love with my sister's
boyfriend's little sister so I was always up for a little doing
whatever they were on the off chance that we may get to hang out with
my crush. Her boyfriend was friends with all the coolest kids who had
all the coolest things and did all the coolest stuff and that was not
just my opinion that was an objective fact. Do cool people go to
concerts? Flip yeah. Do cool people know about out of the way cool
restaurants? Heck yes they do. Do cool people mountain bike across
the western United States. Yes, yes they do that is what makes them
cool is they do stuff no one else does and then they don't play it up
like it is no big deal. They had funny inside jokes and nicknames for
each other and were really nice to boot. Dang, I am still jealous of
how cool they were, and as it happens, are. They were always more
than willing to let me tag along and do cool stuff with them and they
never treated me like I was unwanted. I think I probably ended up
liking my sister's boyfriend's clique more than I liked her.
