Betsy and me at a birthday party at Meredith’s house. My cheeks are ABLAZE with blushing. We are 16, 17 years old here. We are eating fondue, a tradition in our group of friends. We are all still good friends. I look at this and think, “Wow. We were such hip, edgy teenagers.”
I’m glad I wasn’t hip or edgy then.
I am hip as HELL now. Witness.
Screw hip. You’re cute as hell.
I want to say to myself, “Sheila, see what it would be like to relax your shoulders. Everything’s going to be okay.”
I’m actually jealous of the sweater. I’m trying to wear brighter colors — my wardrobe is pretty dour-toned — but I can’t find brightly-colored sweaters to save my life right now! Must be the wrong time of year to be in the sweater market.
(And I’m trying to wrap my head around a group of kids for whom fondue was the cool thing. And I don’t mean that snarkily — I really WISH I’d been around kids who thought that way! It sure beat the “Hey, whose older brother’s gonna get us some beer tonight?” mindset that I grew up with….)
Jaquandor – I am not sure how the fondue thing started but my guess is is that on our yearly trip to New York City with our Drama Club, when we saw a Broadway show, we would always go to a restaurant that was a fondue place. A tiny hole in the wall – and of course, if you drop something into the fondue pot by accident, you have to kiss the person on your right. Even if you don’t know that person – so it was this jolly atmosphere in that tiny restaurant, with strangers kissing each other on the cheek. We loved that place (sadly, it no longer exists).
My friends and I had fondue parties well into college – and actually still do on occasion now! Nothin’ like a good fondue!!
and yes: my bright yellow sweater! My eyes hurt! But I loved that thing.
// “Hey, whose older brother’s gonna get us some beer tonight?” //
hahahaha. sounds pretty fun though!