Dress Up To No Good
This picture is not of me.
I got my first request for a blog that I will be happy to oblige. It is from my lifelong friend from good old CHS, Kathy Smith.
Kathy Smith, Karen Corpier and I were the best of friends. We were all pretty cool chicks, we didn't take bullshit from anyone and we all had each others backs. There was barely a weekend that went by that we were not together for some part of it. I was told later in life by several different people on more than one occasion that we were thought of as the meanest girls in school and when we would walk down the hall together some people would tremble in our wake. This is ironic to me because just about everyone that signed my yearbook said I was the sweetest girl they knew. Was somebody lieing?! Because if I find out, and I assure you, I will, I will go get Kathy and Karen and we will kick the sh . . . just kidding. It is a wonder I have not suffered a huge identity crisis my entire lifespan.
It is a given that teenagers from a small town with small change in their wallets will find things to do to entertain themselves. Yes, we should have been volunteering for services that aid in the sick, elderly or needy, but girls have gotta have fun, right? Besides, we all had jobs, we all were up to our ears in school activities that took up 80% of our free time and we were 18, thought we had paid our dues and felt entitled to do pretty much whatever we wanted since the world was our oyster and we were about to be free to grab it by the balls and own it.
We used to make up little adventures when broke and bored and nobody was having a party. Sometimes we would stalk boys we liked. Sometimes we would TP somebody’s house. We felt the need to occasionally express the artist inside of us and shoe polish the streets with messages of truth and things our world needed to know. Things of the utmost importance, i.e., “Hell-Off, Bitch!” complete with the comma in case Mrs. Overman were to drive by and see us. One thing was consistent on all these adventures which made complete sense at the time – we had to dress up so as to conceal our identities. This started off fairly simple. We would all wear black clothes and a black hat so we would be invisible in the dark. This worked for a few weeks and later in life to be fair. But we needed more.
One Thanksgiving night, we decided it was high time to TP Jeremy Pent’s house. This was going to be a challenge because Jeremy Pent lived in a huge house with a circular driveway on a huge hill that we would have to hike up. We drew a map, had a plan, got $20 from momma, and stole some toilet paper from my house. Now we had to get creative. We decided that dressing up as elderly ladies was the best thing we could do for this operation. So, old flowery skirts, knee-hi panty hose rolled down to our ankles, powder in our hair that we had up in buns, big coats and we drew wrinkles on our faces. Tennis shoes for hiking. Karen had an umbrella and Kathy had a cane.
We parked Kathy’s get away car down the road. We waltzed all hunched over to his yard then gracefully climbed to the top of the driveway. We were throwing TP like there was no tomorrow with such skill and speed that it would have impressed any MLB scout. Then came Jeremy’s family car. We were stunned. We forgot the part of the plan if they came home. So we all hit the ground and started rolling down the hill at top speed. I remember seeing Karen’s legs flying and puffs of powder coming off her head. When we got to the bottom, I started running and Kathy barked at me, “Hey! Quit running! You are gonna give us up!” Because old ladies traveled in threes and rolled down hills at 60 MPH and I was being SOOOOO out of character. So, we walked hunched over to the car, got in and peeled out. You know, like the elderly do. Then we went to iHOP and had pancakes.
Still, we were insatiable. The 3 of us were in choir together and all Mr. Duke's helpers. While cleaning out the Costume Closet one day we ran across some COOL costumes that we decided to borrow for the nights shoe polishing, which we also borrowed. Kathy was going to go as Little China Girl with full makeup and one of the costumes from Flower Drum Song complete with funky shoes, Karen was going as Thomas Becket and I don’t know why, and I was Carmen Miranda with my 2 foot tall fruit hat. Years later they asked me for that hat and I was quite offended they thought I had it. Which I actually didn’t, when they asked. I had to get rid of that evidence years before.
So, we got in character, hopped in Kathy’s car and just went to town. I am thinking we were thinking her car was like Wonder Woman’s plane and nobody could see us as long as we were in it. It was a safe and comfortable haven.
Yes. We were bad, bad, bad. So here is one of our adventures that prove we had good hearts and we did actually care for this world. In particular, the little things.
We were going to the Cinema V $1 movie one day after school. When passing the mall, we thought it would be a good idea to save the cute little white mice at the pet store from the snake feedings. So we went in, covertly grabbed some mice and stuck them in our pockets and purses. Went to the movies, left mice in the car and then when we got to Kathy’s house we set them free in the backyard. We were saviors of the world and doing good things for nature. We would be the sole reason cute little white mice would not go extinct in our lifetime. We did this on several occasions. Pretty much every time we passed the mall which was pretty much all the time. Then one day while at Kathy’s, Betty (Kathy’s mom) commented on how fat Katy’s cat was getting. OOOOOoooooohhhh . . . . . The road to hell is indeed paved with good intentions.
Kathy Smith, Karen Corpier and I were the best of friends. We were all pretty cool chicks, we didn't take bullshit from anyone and we all had each others backs. There was barely a weekend that went by that we were not together for some part of it. I was told later in life by several different people on more than one occasion that we were thought of as the meanest girls in school and when we would walk down the hall together some people would tremble in our wake. This is ironic to me because just about everyone that signed my yearbook said I was the sweetest girl they knew. Was somebody lieing?! Because if I find out, and I assure you, I will, I will go get Kathy and Karen and we will kick the sh . . . just kidding. It is a wonder I have not suffered a huge identity crisis my entire lifespan.
It is a given that teenagers from a small town with small change in their wallets will find things to do to entertain themselves. Yes, we should have been volunteering for services that aid in the sick, elderly or needy, but girls have gotta have fun, right? Besides, we all had jobs, we all were up to our ears in school activities that took up 80% of our free time and we were 18, thought we had paid our dues and felt entitled to do pretty much whatever we wanted since the world was our oyster and we were about to be free to grab it by the balls and own it.
We used to make up little adventures when broke and bored and nobody was having a party. Sometimes we would stalk boys we liked. Sometimes we would TP somebody’s house. We felt the need to occasionally express the artist inside of us and shoe polish the streets with messages of truth and things our world needed to know. Things of the utmost importance, i.e., “Hell-Off, Bitch!” complete with the comma in case Mrs. Overman were to drive by and see us. One thing was consistent on all these adventures which made complete sense at the time – we had to dress up so as to conceal our identities. This started off fairly simple. We would all wear black clothes and a black hat so we would be invisible in the dark. This worked for a few weeks and later in life to be fair. But we needed more.
One Thanksgiving night, we decided it was high time to TP Jeremy Pent’s house. This was going to be a challenge because Jeremy Pent lived in a huge house with a circular driveway on a huge hill that we would have to hike up. We drew a map, had a plan, got $20 from momma, and stole some toilet paper from my house. Now we had to get creative. We decided that dressing up as elderly ladies was the best thing we could do for this operation. So, old flowery skirts, knee-hi panty hose rolled down to our ankles, powder in our hair that we had up in buns, big coats and we drew wrinkles on our faces. Tennis shoes for hiking. Karen had an umbrella and Kathy had a cane.
We parked Kathy’s get away car down the road. We waltzed all hunched over to his yard then gracefully climbed to the top of the driveway. We were throwing TP like there was no tomorrow with such skill and speed that it would have impressed any MLB scout. Then came Jeremy’s family car. We were stunned. We forgot the part of the plan if they came home. So we all hit the ground and started rolling down the hill at top speed. I remember seeing Karen’s legs flying and puffs of powder coming off her head. When we got to the bottom, I started running and Kathy barked at me, “Hey! Quit running! You are gonna give us up!” Because old ladies traveled in threes and rolled down hills at 60 MPH and I was being SOOOOO out of character. So, we walked hunched over to the car, got in and peeled out. You know, like the elderly do. Then we went to iHOP and had pancakes.
Still, we were insatiable. The 3 of us were in choir together and all Mr. Duke's helpers. While cleaning out the Costume Closet one day we ran across some COOL costumes that we decided to borrow for the nights shoe polishing, which we also borrowed. Kathy was going to go as Little China Girl with full makeup and one of the costumes from Flower Drum Song complete with funky shoes, Karen was going as Thomas Becket and I don’t know why, and I was Carmen Miranda with my 2 foot tall fruit hat. Years later they asked me for that hat and I was quite offended they thought I had it. Which I actually didn’t, when they asked. I had to get rid of that evidence years before.
So, we got in character, hopped in Kathy’s car and just went to town. I am thinking we were thinking her car was like Wonder Woman’s plane and nobody could see us as long as we were in it. It was a safe and comfortable haven.
Yes. We were bad, bad, bad. So here is one of our adventures that prove we had good hearts and we did actually care for this world. In particular, the little things.
We were going to the Cinema V $1 movie one day after school. When passing the mall, we thought it would be a good idea to save the cute little white mice at the pet store from the snake feedings. So we went in, covertly grabbed some mice and stuck them in our pockets and purses. Went to the movies, left mice in the car and then when we got to Kathy’s house we set them free in the backyard. We were saviors of the world and doing good things for nature. We would be the sole reason cute little white mice would not go extinct in our lifetime. We did this on several occasions. Pretty much every time we passed the mall which was pretty much all the time. Then one day while at Kathy’s, Betty (Kathy’s mom) commented on how fat Katy’s cat was getting. OOOOOoooooohhhh . . . . . The road to hell is indeed paved with good intentions.
posted by Wigwam at 11:41 AM
1 Comments:
remember going over by tcu to look at that cool church with all the stained glass windows? well....do u remember when we saw that turquiose toilet on the side of the road and decided we needed it? remember when it flew through the air????
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