sentimenal value

On thing that is always fun about moving is finding a box of keepsakes tucked away. I found a box full of ticket stubs, letters, photos, clippings, etc that I hadn't looked at in probably over three years.

It's amazing, that even though I haven't really thought about items, as soon as I saw the photo or the ticket stub or read the letter/card, I could immediately recall the time it was taken, the show experience, or the events to which the letter referred, etc.

One item from the box that stuck out specifically is this photo:

It is Shawn and I (I am the busty one. HA!) on a "friend" ship. Shawn drew this picture for me on the back of Delilah's whiskey menu. Roy and I were at Delilah's for usual Monday night jack-assery, Shawn was behind the bar. The evening culminated with all three of us, Lauren, and another girl in the photo booth at Liar's Club at 4am. I puked at worked during a surgery the next day.