June 8,1992
Carrie posted a story about ditching (or attempting to ditch) school at the end of her senior year. Go read it, as she is hysterically funny. She reminded me of my senior ditching experience. Ah, memories.
(I am waiting for the pics from Stephenie Meyer signing before posting.. as they will save me 1,000 words each, right)
It was June 8, 1992. My friend, Jodi and I had been planning the day for months. We were eating no fat (even taking the cheese off of pizza), working out like maniacs and scheming up our escapades.
As the date arrived, we prepared.
Outfit: A unitard thing that was a tank on top, biker shorts on the bottom, with a little attached skirt. It was black with bright flowers and from Contempo, of course. Worn with black cowboy boots. And a scrunchy.
Tanning Salon: Check. I was a beautiful golden brown (I have the wrinkles now to prove it.)
Make Up: Lancome counter make over baby!
Tell parents we are spending the night at each others houses.
The 10 Step Plan:
1. Actually go to school in the morning for first few periods. We couldn't miss nurtition, as that's was the social event of the high school day.
2. Turn in note (maticulasly handcrafted after hours of practice) from my mom excusing me at 11:30. Jodi didn't need one, she was already 18 (some people have all the luck).
3. Go take step class at gym.
4. Lancome counter for makeover.
5. Final primps to outfit and hair.
6. Arrive at big senior party.
7. Everyone oohing and awwwing. (We looked like first rate streetwalkers.)
8. Flirt, flip hair and giggle endlessly.
9. After the first party, we went to 2 more outside of our "hood" (that's how we rolled).
10. Spent the night at undisclosed location doing undisclosed things.
I need to leave undisclosed to your imagination, as I was only 17 and a minor. People could go to jail if I get any more specific.
Comments
I don't know if there is a statute of limitations on illicit use of a minor so all the parties involved won't me sent to prison ... the public wants more information.
I am anxiously awaiting the next post from you. If you wore "cup cake" glasses to a sushi bar, I can only imagine what you wore to a vamp-a-rama!
What you did at 17, I was doing at 11. I know, I'm lucky to be alive. I didn't ditch school just snuck, (or is it sneaked?) out of the house and stayed out all night but I rolled in before anyone woke up.
By the time I was a senior I was completely mellow and stayin' out of trouble.
Rachel
And I think if i read too many senior stories I'm going to have nightmares about what my kids may or may not do from now until their senior year...I wasn't nearly as exciting.
He gets there, we have a heated exchange and pissed off, I go back to the bedroom where half of the party is laying in bed watching Love Jones (talk about an aphrodisiac). The only available space on the bed means laying on my left side with my front to Tyus' back, and so I do. The only place for my hand to go is on Tyus' mid-season six pack, so there it goes. Needless to say, we were 17, what happened that night is okay because I married the guy, and we have come up with an ENTIRELY different story to tell our children of how we came to be.
Let's just say it involved lots of adult beverages, a hotel room full of illegal substances, and a quick run to the graveyard for (ahem!) a quickie. And that's all I'm gonna say about that because any more info will incriminate me futher.
p.s. Totally had your Contempo outfit. Anyone who graduated in our era and denies having something similar is LYING. Or else they were a total nerd. One of the two.
We would have definitely been friends in high school.
I did skip AP government and/ or biology and/or trigonometry on a weekly basis though. My friend and I went to Baskin Robbins and ate Espresso and Cream ice cream. Does that count?!
Sigh...I was such a square. Except when it came to certain (ahem) night time activities.