My friends and I were all eighteen and nineteen at the time. Unfortunately the drinking age in my state was twenty-one. We had to end up driving twenty miles across the state line in order to purchase alcohol. That is just what we were doing now. My buddies and I were in my old white panel van heading to a nightclub across the state line.
This club catered to people eighteen to twenty-one in age. I had the van set up for action. On the floor were wrestling mats and over top of that was a mattress. We arrived at the club and I had to drop the guys off at the door. There were no spaces near the front so I had to park my van all the way out at the edge of the property.
When I finally entered the club it was packed with people. I didn't see my pals anywhere so I marched to the bar to get myself a beer. I no sooner bought a drink when I thought I heard someone shouting my name.
"Tommy, Tommy!"
I could see this female walking towards me. She looked damn familiar, but I couldn't place her. When she got right up to me she spoke.
"Tommy, don't you recognize me, it's Amy."
The light bulb finally went on. Amy's grandparents lived next to my folks house at one time. Amy and her family would come to visit on occasion and Amy would sometimes talk to me. Actually, Amy had a thing for me even that long ago. Something must have happened and Amy's family moved away. I hadn't seen her in over five years, I imagine. Now here she was standing right in front of me.
To be honest, I didn't want her hanging around. I was here look for women and Amy had attached herself to my hip. I had sat down on a barstool and Amy sat down next to me. Her mouth was running like a duck's ass. She had to tell me about her life and she was probing to find out all about me since the last time we had seen each other.
Amy asked me how I had gotten to the club. I mistakenly told her I had driven my buddies in my van from across the state line.
"I want to see your van, take me out to see it."
