Adolescent Effusive

Too Many Memos!

Hahahaha!!! I just thought it would be hilarious to create a slang word for memories: memos. Yearbook signatures in the year 2012: "Hombre, what killer memos we made this year! Soul Sistas 4eva!" *rolls around on floor laughing*

Anyway, I just was thinking about all of the "killer memos" I have and thought I'd share them.

-It was some really humid August evening at Jacob's house. We had were "playing with Lincoln Logs" upstairs and decided to have some ice cream. We ate it in mugs out on his front porch and suddenly decided to take a walk to Triangle Park. A mad, tribal dance in the fountain ensued. I'm too lazy to get into the details.
-Some night over the summer after eighth grade, Sarah and I snuck out the back door and laid in the hammock playing our first game of Truth or Truth. This was during an era when Zac was the butt of most of our jokes and we asked each other a lot of questions about him. The sky was extraordinarily clear and the wind was making the trees sway in just the right fashion. Just after asking some particularly vulgar question, Mommy came to her window and said, "Girls, it's time for bed." HAHAHAHA!
-Keight and I, at Ethan's Bar Mitzvah...Oh crap, I'm not allowed to tell this one! Oh well. Trust me, it was awesome.
-One crrrraaazy night in Smuggler's Notch, VT, we were all sitting around a tree...doing our business. I was done, so I assumed everyone else was, too. I turned around, only to see the moonlight reflecting off of ____'s butt! Naturally, I felt a little embarassed that I'd just looked at ____'s butt. I quickly turned around. When she was finally done and all zipped up, she had this really ashamed look on her face and said, "I couldn't do it guys...I got stage fright." The ensuing roll down the wet kill next to the out of season ski lift sealed the deal: I could not live without these girls if I tried.
-I said to Chris one afternoon, "Lets have an adventure!" His reply was a prompt, "Let's go." He grabbed his keys and our favorite CDs and we were off. We ended up in Burlington Coat Factory where I actually peed my pants laughing while hiding in a trenchcoat.
-Okay, this is another butt story, but it's a good one! And neither of these stories are funny because of the butt, it's because of the exposed party's reaction to being exposed. It was Zac's birthday and Julia, Sarah, and I were at his house. We were trying to fill up balloons with Jell-O. It wasn't working. Zac dropped something off of the deck and went down the steps to get it. He bent over, and as he did so, his pants and boxers came completely off of his butt. Completely. I was face to face with Zac's bare butt. He imediately noticed of course, and he yanked this clothes back up with lightening speed and whipped himself around with that red-faced, big grinned, "Wooo..." look he gets when he's embarassed. I'd like to think that I pretended I didn't notice, but I'm pretty sure I laughed openly at him.

I really do have an awesome life when I stop and think about it.

posted by M.Jazz @ 1:13 PM