A little place I like to call home
There is something about hometowns that always sets one town apart from another. One specific thing that residents alike could relate to. My Hometown is Warminster, Pennsylvania, founded in 1685 located in Bucks County PA. So you could imagine all the small historic trips we took in elementary school. We took almost what seemed like a trip once a month. With its history though we don’t get much traffic with tourists. A key experience that seems a little different then the rest though is our hometown diners. “The West” we like to call it but it’s just called Warminster West which is a very popular spot where everyone can seem to relate too. Both the high school the public and the private ones all have the same plan when it comes to after school events, is to grab a group of your closest friends and head over to the diner. The high school rivalry had its common ground though, Archbishop wood students and William Tennent students alike could all agree on this one spot to go.
Nothing was better than after school dance walking into a diner dressed up, and all the nice waitresses complimenting how nice we all looked and taking us in as if we were their own grandchildren. My go-to was to always get a vanilla milkshake and some onion rings after a dance. Why? Because it was cheap and for some reason, I would always get that.
Since there is much to do around Warminster, our options as teens and kids to keep us occupied was to walk around to random stores and ride our bikes around. So most of the time plans were made to go to the diner and just hang out. This seems weird to think about that most teens would get their enjoyment out of going to diners, but surprisingly it is just something we all do.
After the checks were paid after giggling at nonsense for hours, we would say our farewells and call it a night. Most of the time going thereafter the school events was better than the event itself. I remember one dance I went to sophomore year of high school, I wasn’t having a good time and I just wanted to leave the dance early. My best friend, Danny, who is still my best friend to this day still convinced me to go the diner with all of our friends. And you know what? I am so glad I did. Having the waitress say how pretty I looked and that I didn’t look trashy but I had some sense of class really changed my mood. I once again ordered a milkshake and onion rings, and remember my belly hurt from laughing so hard with my friends. That was the cure that I needed. The laughs with friends you seem to remember the most.
I am sad that I am no longer in high school to have that same feeling of going to the diner after an event, but from time to time, my friends and I will decide to share a quick bite catching up reliving our times in high school at the beloved place we have all equally grown to love.
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