WHERE THE HELL DID I DINE?

Guilty pleasure.

Do You Feel Like We Do— Peter Frampton

At the onset of 7th grade, I made a fairly conscious effort to become cool.

Up until that point, I had been a high achiever academically, and very involved in extracurricular activities.

On top of my aforementioned slot in the Joycitones, I was the lead in the 6th-grade play, knocked out attendees at the school’s annual talent show with my performance of a song I co-wrote with my pianist (Rock and Stroll), and held first sax in the band.

Uncool.

So I began to forge tentative associations with the Jordache/Member’s Only/better-haircut crowd. The ones who seemed to be drawing an enviable level of interest from the girls…

Musically, they were all about Frampton Comes Alive! and Aerosmith.

In too many ways to count, though, I did not feel like these guys did…