Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:As someone who grew up in a small southern town and spent many summer nights parked on a dirt road overlooking a cow pasture, sitting on the roof of the cars drinking crappy alcohol, the scenario you describe in country songs actually does happen. There were sometimes just parties in fields. I went to college two hours away from where I grew up and nobody bothered with fields because we had parent free houses and bars we could party in at that point.
Under the powerlines, that was the MO of my country county high school parties.
Barns, dirt roads, and cow pastures. Music coming from the car radio. Bonfires. Honestly, not a ton of drinking. At least not in my circle of friends. Every once in a while we would have a beer or two. But mostly we just sat around talking. And there was a lot of sex. I actually married the guy that I dated for three years in high school and all through college. We've been married almost 30 years.
There are some stifling things about small town life. It's hard to live in a place where everyone knows everything about you. But there are also some wonderful things about that life. We are back and forth between DC and "home" every few years. I love the 18 months or so we spend in DC, but I am much happier living in our little town, especially now that we have children.