The topic I chose this week is to share an old photo of myself and tell you about it.
I have to preface this by saying, I was a "good girl" my entire life. I never rebelled as a teenager. I always wanted to please my parents. The worst thing I did as a teenager was to crank call a guy I had a crush on and ask for "Sophie" when his mom answered the phone. I didn't even disguise my voice, so it was no surprise when I answered the phone a few days later and it was his mom, asking for "Sophie."
I was sooooo busted.
Yeah, I know. Boring.
My point is, I walked the straight and narrow my whole life and after my divorce in 1999, I kind of rebelled a little.
And my cousin was always nearby to help me. My outgoing, effervescent cousin. (And I so had to google "effervescent" to make sure I spelled it right. Nailed it!)
Anyhoo, here's my photo:
And no, I have no idea why I was standing like that or why I choose the shower curtain in my cousin's bathroom as the backdrop.
But let's just address the far bigger question - what the hell was up with my hair?? I may have thought the strategically placed strands around my face looked wind tossed and wild, when in fact it looks like I'm wearing warpaint.
Here's what I do know - my cousin and I were going out that night and my husband (who was my boyfriend at the time) was our designated driver.
Which meant my cousin and I would be bringing flasks.
My cousin had to give her niece a ride to an outdoor 'N Sync concert. Her niece was meeting up with some friends, so we only had to give her a ride there, then a ride home. It was a distance from our homes and we didn't want to drop her off then go back and pick her up, so we decided to stay for the concert. No parental supervision was involved, which was a good thing because we were not the best examples of maturity and composure that night.
Did I mention we brought flasks?
When we got there, my cousin and I found a spot on the bleachers that we thought was away from the crowd for the most part and started girl talking and laughing and sipping on our flasks and having a grand 'ole time.
Then the cops show up.
I kid you not, we look up from our flask merry-making and two cops are looking down at us. This is how the conversation goes:
Cops - Are you ladies ok?
Me - Oh, yeahhh, we're fine, thanks for checking!
Cops - Are you smoking pot?
Cousin - No, you got some?
Cops (smiling because my cousin can be very charming) - Some people are complaining that you're talking very loud and inappropriately.
Me (looking around, embarrassed) - We ARE?
Cousin (indignantly, because that's her style) - WHAT people?
Cops (laughing a little because clearly we were harmless) - Just some people. This is a family crowd you know. Maybe you should move a little further away from everybody.
Apparently, someone sitting a few rows behind us complained that we were loud, obnoxious, and were smoking pot. We weren't smoking pot, and I don't think we were all that loud or obnoxious...although I do remember us laughing and talking about sex...maybe just a little.
So we moved our party away from the civilized people.
I was embarrassed. My cousin was "Whatevs." But a few more sips from the flasks and the merry-making returned to normal.
And that's my story to go with my wild-haired I-think-I'm-hot-stuff picture.
I know. It's like the crank call to my crush all over again. Mildly amusing, but not terribly wild and crazy.
What about you? Were you a "good girl" or a "rebel" for most of your life? Do tell!