Inspiration in the form of a plush rhino

Junior-high Redux.

I have a group of friends that I've known since high school.

For some reason, the more juvenile the entertainment, the better it is when it comes to us.

Case in point--the high school years:

In speaking with my college friends about their high school years, it seems that the "normal" thing to do on the weekends was get drunk at someone's house.

The only times I really drank in high school were when I was in New Orleans to visit friends. But then, if your first experience with alcohol was chugging Natty Light, I doubt you'd have cared much for the concept, either.

At any rate, we didn't do that in high school.

Instead, we spent all of our money on gas and toilet paper, picked the house with the most lenient parents presiding to stay at that night, and then went apeshit destroying each other's yards.

Criminal mischief highlights:

- hearing the trombone section of the high school band playing "Charge" outside of your window at 4 AM
- watching the police chase the trombone section down the street at 4 AM
- waking up to a cop knocking on the door and asking if you'd like to press charges for the 50-odd yard signs now located in your front yard
- Sean jumping into his car backwards through the window
- walking out to my car on Christmas Eve after working to find my windshield covered in honey and cottonballs

At any rate, when we got to college, we moved past the criminal mischief activities when we were back in A-town for breaks.

We moved on to things that were elementary school level.

A dream weekend of entertainment included the following:

- trekking to Veterans Park at midnight, through the woods (and God knows how many crack addicts and snakes we nearly stumbled upon when we went off the trail), to a rope swing someone had rigged up. the rope swung out over a small gorge, then you'd climb back up the rocks to go again. keep in mind that none of us have ever seen this rope in daylight, so we swung with no idea of what shape it was in, or if we'd be dying that night.

- playing frisbee. on top of the parking garage at the mall. after hours. and amazingly, we never got busted by security

- frisbee golf. i am terrible at this game, and always make it halfway through before i quit throwing and just watch everyone else. want to know how terrible? i lost my disc in knee-high grass once, and spent ten minutes looking for it. after ten minutes, Sean decided to help me. after thirty seconds, he found a $100 bill, and i found the disc.

- Risk. sure, it's nerdy, but we had a thing for board games.

- No Frills Grill. This one is actually age-appropriate, but it still has to be mentioned.

Sadly, 3 of the members of this little collective are now married. 1 is in Idaho. The remaining two (myself and Sean) were reminiscing the other night. We've now decided that we'll just have to have a reenactment one of these days.

posted by K @ 10:44 PM