Ok...I've done some pretty weird stuff with my friends. I TP'd my principal's house with Casi and a group of friends and Sharla and I used to torture the emu farm behind the trailer park (all while trying to build a clubhouse out in the woods). Yeah..
But, I'd have to say that Becca takes the cake on this one. I can only explain by making a list of our disasters:
1.) She was my French partner in French class for 3 years. I have to admit that we came up with some of the dumbest and outrageous french dialogues to recite that even the teacher gave us funny looks. Ugh
2.) When Becca got her car I felt the freedom too because we got to do a lot more together and I usually had a ride to/from wherever we were going. So it was super easy to tell my mom that I was riding home with Becca and that we were going to the *random school function here* later together and she would bring me home, when in actuality I had hopped a ride home with Jeremy. I got to hang out with Jeremy all day and then he drove me back to the *random school function here* and Becca would bring me home. Now I realize how much extra planning that took just to go hang out with my boyfriend for a few hours.
3.) I spent many nights out at Becca's house and often stayed up late or hung out when no one was home. We had a horrible habit of talking to most any stranger that IMed us (way before AOL had all these spam blockers). One man IMed us and wanted to swap photos/talk/meet up. He was so hitting on us. We played along and really strung this man on. Eventually I told him I was married and that he had to ask my lover Tina if we could go out. I can't remember if we gave him a fake number or a phone number to someone we hated, but we forgot all about it and logged off. The next time we logged on he was online and immediately IMed us "WHERE'S TINA?!". We totally freaked out and were scared to log back on for a few hours.
4.) We had the awesome opportunity to go to France on a class trip when I was 15. To raise money for the trip we decided to have a garage sale, but only had about 2 boxes of stuff. But we still took off walking down the highway to post signs for it, getting many honks and whistles on the way. In France, we had a pretty awesome time seeing the sights and trying to piece enough of our french together to read a menu or figure out the stupid metro map. I think our favorite hobby was chasing the pigeons that often lurked nearby. PIGEONS! We even caught that on video. And of course at the end of the day we had the brilliant ideas of making "reenactment videos" of our day, meaning I got up in our hotel room and did a one man show of the events from that day. Also on video.
5.) When I was 17 we double dated a lot with our boyfriends since we were all close friends. We hung out at school together and would do stuff after school sometimes; mostly hang out at each others houses or at church. Well one weekend we were hanging out at her boyfriend's house and thought it would be a great idea to go take a walk. This was a rural area that had a small energy plant/transformers nearby. Once over the road, the entire field was flat, except for like 10 feet of brush off to the side. As a joke, Becca and I took off running from the guys thought to play something like hide and seek. So what did we do? Went to the corner of this open field and squatted down. I remember telling her "Shhhh they can't see us!" The guys took one look at us, as if to say "Seriously?" and started walking toward us. We knew the jig was up...but my genius self took off running to the brush patch. I got half way through the brush before I realized there were probably snakes and spiders and what not living in there and took off screaming. My boyfriend grabbed my hand and shook his head like he was looking at a 5 yr old. We still pass that field and laugh at ourselves.
6.) Probably one of my favorite stories involves a mailbox and half-thought out schemes. When the previous mentioned boyfriend broke up with me, I turned to Becca to help me deal with my teenage angst and "loss of love". We had these talk sessions where we would talk about the break up, how crazy he was, how sucky he was and all that good stuff. In one of these sessions I talked about writing a final letter to him and telling him how I felt and getting a lot of things off my chest. She told me to do it. Once I wrote it and read it she said "Oh why don't you let him read it" but I told her I couldn't deliver it in person since we weren't speaking. She asked why I didn't mail it, which I turned down also. "Why don't you just leave it in his mailbox?" I was so excited by the idea that we drove out to his house in the middle of no where and she crept the car along the road up to the mailbox. "I don't know if I can do this" I said. "Just throw it in!" she insisted. In a flash I had shoved the letter in the mailbox and slammed the flap shut. Becca pulled a 180 and sped out of there. Within 10 seconds I was second guessing myself but she kept telling me it was too late and there was no going back now. I spent the next 3 days on pins and needles wondering what he would say and how he would react, only to find out later that the letter was lost somehow and he never even got the damn thing.
I'm sure I'm forgetting a lot of crazy events we had together and will probably think of them later. But even thinking of these past memories has made me smile and wonder how we did manage to do it all in so little time. Even I have to ask myself sometimes "What in the world were we thinking?"
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