throwback tuesday. or, teenagers are stupid.

anyone remember when i used to do throwback posts? no? yeeeeeeah, me either.

anyway.

one night when brian had already annoyingly fallen instantly asleep and my brain was like, yeah, whatever, i was listening to a podcast and willing sleep to come. the episode was talking about all the stupid/dangerous things the hosts had done when they were younger. so i ended up (finally) falling asleep thinking about all the things of that nature i had done. here are three.

one.

my junior year of high school i made it to BPA state. (BPA is business professionals of america. and i won a competition in the word processing category. i don't need to emphasis that i was a super nerd in high school, right?) so there i was, with some of my favorite friends in Boise, Idaho. over the course of the weekend we made friends with the boys from West Side (the dangerous school) and they convinced us to sneak out after "curfew" and walk to Perkins.

this was stupid for several reasons.

firstly, the BPA advisor was notorious for being crazy vigilant about rules. she would ground her kids for minor infractions such as not taking out the garbage and being five minutes late, and on another trip she wouldn't let us cross the street because there were only 13 seconds left on the crosswalk sign. had we gotten caught (spoiler alert: we didn't) she would have just lost her shit. i imagine we would have gotten kicked out of the club, possibly suspended, and publicly flogged.

second, one of the girls sharing our room was kind of....a goody two shoes (i don't know that i've ever had to type that before. it made me feel old. also, there has got to be a more current phrase to use than that) she used to get so mad at janiece and i for messing around during math class, (sometimes we colored...) so i know she would have gotten a lot of satisfaction seeing us go down.

thirdly, we were going somewhere with boys we didn't actually know in the middle of the night. (but considering we were all BPA kids, it was probably pretty safe)

but we didn't care about any of this because. there were boys. FROM ANOTHER SCHOOL. also going to restaurant after dark when everything closes in your hometown at 8:30 is pretty exciting. it took us forever and a day to walk to perkins. i don't remember anything specific about our outing except for the one boy who ordered an eee-clare. (and pronounced it just like that) oh, and also he smashed the remainder of it into a crosswalk button and was proclaimed a dick by janiece.

we got back into the hotel with no incident and were feeling preeeeeetty pleased with ourselves. that's when we realized our door was dead-bolted. so we knocked....and knocked...and finally we were granted access! however, the look of death that accompanied it's opening was barely worth the safe entrance into our room.

two.

it was the first week of my very first year of college. hailey and i had ventured to smiths for "college night." it turned out to be a lame drawing contest that dragged on for hours. (but i did win a make-up kit. sooooo....worth it?) we finally ditched out and were driving back to our apartment. while waiting at a stop light, a car with two boys in it challenged us to a race. (you know, by revving their engine and raising their eyebrows. it's the universal sign)

after we tooootally killed them, they got our number at the next stoplight, and invited us over to their place. if that happened now i would be like, let's all go to a crowded public place. with lots of witnesses! (also, just to be clear that wouldn't happen now, since i'm, you know, married and all the jazz. moving on..) but being young and you know..BOYS, we followed them to their place. AND went upstairs to their apartment... seriously. luckily they were nice guys. and once they figured out we were barely 18 they got awkward enough for us to excuse ourselves.

three.

once again i was with hailey (we might not make the best team...). we were living in Connecticut and working at a kid's camp for the summer. (which is just a whole other story)

we went into New York one saturday and were trolling china town for fake designer purses. a girl motioned for us to follow her to a purse store. she had a flyer so it seemed totally legit. the store turned out to be her van, and yes, we got inside it. i was too nervous to really even look at the fake chanel purses she was displaying, and when she remote-started the van to turn on the a.c. i think my heart almost exploded from panic. we quickly retreated and looked for purses in more reputable places. you know, like behind fake storefronts and in rooms with no windows.

 

i wish i had bpa pictures to share but they're buried away on some cd i think? or possibly they were lost when my giant desktop computer crashed my senior year of highschool.

but here's a photo of hailey and i our freshman year of college.

(we're in our own apartment, not one belonging to boys who's names we don't know. and also, i'm not sure what we're doing. besides being awesome...)

two people who shouldn't be left alone till they're 22