For high school, I think my friends and I drove around afterward and got fast food and went to shop at the thrift store. It was just fun, then. No aim, no purpose. Cruise around, hang out at the lake, camp at Denny's all night.
The next day, however, I remember very clearly. We planned on going to the movies. It was a rainy day in June, and I had one friend in my car, and my other friend had two others in his.
The lady ahead of me stopped short, and i stopped quickly. I looked in my rear-view and "J" was pointing from the backseat of "S"s car. My friend "R" was jamming along to something on the radio in my car.
I managed to say, "Oh, Sh..." (Not even the complete word) before S rear-ended me. We stopped at Walmart to assess the damages. We got some supplies and drove back to my house to fix his car. (My big honking Buick only had a splotch of red paint on it.)
We ended up taping up his headlight. The five of us posed on the slightly bent hood of his car after we "fixed" what we could.
As my Mom took the picture, the hood suddenly bent back into place. We then all went out for Chinese food.
He got a new car within two weeks. Mine lasted for three more years after that.
Funny thing is that I am now working at my alma mater, so I see and have a lot of "Last Days" and they're starting to blur together.