If you missed Tuesday's post, a riveting tale by TheInfoPreneur (the new McNab), then make sure you check it out. You won't regret it. Today I have the pleasure of handing my blog over to JenJen, of Jen's Voices. If you've missed me this week (I know Jimmy Bastard has been beside himself) I'll be back next week. With vengeance. Anyway, JenJen is funny, witty and a classy writer and it's a real treat to have her. Over to you girl...
I begged them to let me go; it was the first party I was invited to so it was imperative that I be there. More than imperative; it was critical for my success and advancement in the High School Pecking Order. It's a tough world out there in the halls of secondary education and by God, come hell or high water I wanted my spot.
The approval I got was based on a set of falsehoods I delivered as answers to some tough questions:
"Will there be drinking?"
"bah. Heh. ...No...duh? We're not old enough pfft. meh..I mean..come on mom.."
Even at sixteen I was the picture of calm and cool, much like today really.
"Will her parents be there?"
"Ahem...mom..of course they will be. I mean I'm sure. Like totally sure..."
How this even passed as an valid answer shows that either my parents were setting me up or they were stoned and didn't realize they were being set up.
When I received the nod, I ran frantically to my closet to try on everything twice and then again with shoes only to find, much like this morning: nothing to wear.
Such is life for a girly girl, I guess.
I decided on something mint green and pink...I remember the outfit. It was my favorite at the time. I called up my friends from my bedroom and we made plans to meet at a house down the street. One can of Aqua Net, a tube of pink shimmery lip gloss and a bazillion plastic bangle bracelets and I was r-e-a-d-y to fly.
Would you believe that there was drinking?
Her parents were actually in Myrtle Beach?
I know. How irresponsible. Of them.
I was offered my first beer. I remember thinking, "well crap this tastes like...well, crap. And dirt. Mixed with soap."
Totally awesome. So I had another.
And a few more "anothers" after that.
So much more "anothers" that when Brian Korte. knocked over the speaker through the glass door, I didn't really notice.
So much that when I heard, "the COPS ARE COMING!" it took me a little bit too long to react.
So much that when I tried to scale the tall red fence in my Keds, I laughed because I couldn't grip the wood to climb over and ended up tush down on the damp grass below.
So much that when I decided to just simply leave via the driveway, in a run, I laughed when I ran into someone.
"oops! Sorry, hey..." I was brushing the grass from my behind, "...the cops are coming, you gotta split."
And when I look up?
Officer AntiTeenDrinking is standing before me.
I ran into him.
He was nice enough to drive me home. All four blocks and four blocks of lecture. Did I stop drinking at parties? Heck no.
I learned to wear shoes with better grippy souls.