There is no way to describe it really. I mean, we would all wake up. Go to school until noon. Come home. Eat lunch. Play a round or two of the card game Egyptian rat screw. Lay at the pool for 3 hours. Take a break at 4:00 for Happy Hour Sonic drinks. Commence laying at the pool for a couple more hours. Eat dinner. Have dance parties or make up dances until 2 am. Go to bed. And do it all over again the next day. It was bliss. Pure bliss. But definitely not reality.
Perfect Example:
Apple Bottom Jeans. We did this at every dance that Summer. Don't judge us. It was college.
Ok, well on with the point of this post.
During Summer of '08, the girls would ALWAYS ask me to tell this story at LEAST once a day. I'm not really sure why. It's not even that it's that funny. But, in their honor and in memory of Summer of '08 here goes...
5th Grade. Driving. Well, not really driving. I mean, I was in 5th grade and all. Really, I was sitting in the back of a suburban minding my own business. Not the normal back though, but the WAY, WAY back - you know, the trunk where people throw all their camping gear. We were on a school camping trip on the way to Big Bend playing a seemingly innocent game of truth or dare. I should have realized then that playing Truth or Dare ALWAYS leads to something stupid, ALWAYS.
And so, there I was...trying to make a good impression with my peers and not wanting to chicken out. I chose dare because let's be honest, who chooses truth?! If you chose truth you were either called a wuss OR had to divulge all your secret crushes. No, trust me, dare was the way to go. Or so I thought...
I was dared to "moon" the next car that drove by. Seemed simple enough. (As a side note children I don't condone this type of behavior.) I would never see the car again AND I would save face in front of my friends. Win/Win. So...the next car drives by and my little bum cheeks are exposed.
UNBEKNOWNST to me the car driving by was another suburban full of 5th grade boys from my class. You can imagine I am PERISHING when I realize. But, I remain mostly calm hoping that none of them would ever know it was me! After all, there were 6 other girls in the car. It could have been any of us.
Except, I forgot one little detail...I had a very specific body type. You see, my thighs were as wide as my ankles which were both smaller than me knee cap combined...see.
Upon arriving at Big Bend, I gained my composure and stepped out of the suburban acting like nothing happened...assuming no one saw. Scratch that...PRAYING no one saw. When first thing, my teacher, Mr. Mays, approaches me and says, "Katie, I hear it's going to be a full mooooon tonight, but then again, you already know that." And walks off. I was HUMILIATED. Let me repeat that. HUMILIATED.
4 comments:
i had the exact same summer semester at BYU once. except instead of sonic it was 7-eleven slurpees (raj would give them to me free bc he loved us that much) and instead of egyptian rat screw it was motorcycle rides up the canyon. best time of my life. EVER.
You are truly a rare and exceedingly special gem to be treasured by us all. I think it's time you moon some other random car. In fact, we all are probably due for mooning some random folks. PS Who is your choreographer? They deserve a raise with that beautiful work.
ky will you please tell me 5th grade driving
do you remember doing that dance in the middle of the AV courtyard? we had no shame. i LOVE this post and i LOVE you:) 5th grade driving is the best story ever!
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