The Truth is Out There

One recent Sunday, I was sitting at the traffic light at Randolph and Sharon Amity, waiting to turn left,  when up next to me pulled a royal blue Corvette Stingray, circa 1970s.  The car caught my eye at first – I’ve always loved the Stingray – the long, curved lines, the rumbling sound of the motor you can feel in your chest, the sheer bad-ass attitude.

As I was admiring the car, I noticed in the rear window a sticker that read: The Truth is Out There.  At that, I had to chuckle.  That sticker instantly took me back about 12 years to many a Sunday night when my girlfriends and I would get together to watch The X-Files.  A relished ritual, my friend Laura and I would drive down to Monroe to visit Tanya and Renee at their apartment.  We would always cook dinner and watch The X-Files together.

Our dinner staples were usually Hamburger Helper or pigs in a blanket (with ketchup, of course) and Tanya’s homemade mac and cheese (also with ketchup).  But the most memorable meal was when Renee made a Stouffer’s lasagna.  Even as I write this, I’m laughing out loud at the memory of that evening.  It took about 4 hours for that lasagna to bake (perhaps it was supposed to be thawed first?).  When we finally ate, the lasagna was awful, but we ate anyway because we were starving!

On those Sunday nights, we would sit around the kitchen table eating, razzing each other constantly, laughing so hard our stomachs ached, belching as loudly as possible, putting our thumbs on our forehead and exclaiming, “YOU ATE IT!” to the last one to put her thumb up (which was usually me).

When The X-Files would come on we would race over to the couch.  Renee would roll her eyes as Tanya, Laura and I would “sing” the show’s opening song.  Can you hear it?  Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo; bum, bum, bum, bum; doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, bum, bum, bum, bum; dunh-na-na, dunh-na-na, dunh-na-na, dunh-na-na; bum, bum, bum, bum.  We each had our own parts that we sang; no one had assigned them, it just kind of happened that way.  And then we would laugh hysterically.  Tanya was in love with Fox Mulder.  I, of course, was in love with the bad guy, Alex Krycek.  Laura was in love with Legolas (oh, wait, that’s something else!).  We were women entranced.

Although those times have passed and we all have different lives now, those memories make me smile.  It’s funny how just a sticker can send rushing back the feelings of friendship around a dinner table.  I will always remember that apartment, the glass kitchen table where we shared our meals, the white and green striped couch where we sat and watched Mulder and Scully, and of course, Stouffer’s lasagna.


One thought on “The Truth is Out There

  1. Laughed. Out. Loud! I so remember that lasagna, but more importantly, loved our X-Files nights. Ahh, the good ole days!

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