The nostalgia continues …<\/p>\n
Last night, after having a long conversation with my carny friend Mitchell, I sat at my desk, and looked through my high school yearbook. I looked at EVERY PAGE. I scrutinized EVERY SIGNATURE. I read all of our little blurbs, wondering what the hell some of the references were.<\/p>\n
Pictures of the Homecoming dance … which I didn’t go to. But the dresses! The ruffly frilly dresses of the day. The guys in tuxes. Do high school boys even wear tuxes anymore? Really cute picture of Crissy J. when she was voted Homecoming Queen.<\/p>\n
There are so many pictures of my friend Betsy scattered through the entire yearbook that she must have paid off the Yearbook editor or something. hahaha<\/p>\n
In the yearbook is literally one of the funniest photos ever taken of me, EVER. This is from my moment of cheerleading glory … words can’t describe it … Whoever caught that moment on film should be given an award. My face in the photo looks absolutely manically insane. I’ll post it sometime. hahahahaha<\/p>\n
Two HILARIOUS typos in the senior blurbs – typos that are now infamous in my group of friends:<\/p>\n
— In Betsy’s case, under “Favorite Quote” she had written: “I want to go wild like a blister in the sun.” The Violent Femmes were very big in my school. Sadly, when the yearbook came out, the quote read: “I want to go wild like a BUSTER in the sun”. Doesn’t have quite the same ring.<\/p>\n
— In Beth’s case: this takes a bit of set-up. We were in drama class together. One of the things that drove us crazy about our class was that after we would work on a scene, or do a monologue, or whatever – the teacher would invariably look around the room, and say, “Comments?” SHE ALWAYS did that. It drove us nuts. Like: YOURE. THE. TEACHER. What do YOU have to say? No. She always turned it over to the class, with that one word: “Comments?” Ohhh, it went up our asses!! So Beth, in her senior blurb, wrote under “Pet Peeve”: “Comments.” We thought to ourselves gleefully and maliciously, “Maybe our teacher will see that and realize how much it drove us crazy! hahahaha Revenge!!!!” Sadly, when the yearbook finally came out, Beth’s pet peeve had magically turned into “Cimments” – which makes no sense and completely ruined our chances for revenge. Now, though: the word “Cimments” has basically been added to our collective vocabulary. A group email will go around from one of us, explaining: “Okay, so I’m at a crossroads in my life – and I need some advice … here’s the situation …blah blah blah blah …” Story is told in detail. And then at the end comes the inevitable question to the group: “Cimments?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The nostalgia continues … Last night, after having a long conversation with my carny friend Mitchell, I sat at my desk, and looked through my high school yearbook. I looked at EVERY PAGE. I scrutinized EVERY SIGNATURE. I read all … Continue reading