Good Times

My friend Melissa had a blog long before I knew these things even existed. She is an English major... and also now holds a degree in Library Science. I've been addicted to her random musings ever since I became aware of them, because she has such a great way of telling stories. Just the other day, I stumbled across one of her posts from July, 2003... It told of an adventure she and I, along with our good friends Stacy and Carrie had. I had to share:

please, don't spit in my wound.
Yesterday was a day of firsts. Initially it the plan had been to go camping by the lake, but like most plans, this one changed several times before its execution. When Meghan and Carrie came to pick me up, I learned that the plan had changed once more.

We started by eating at "Joe's," which is a 1950's style diner. We'd never eaten there before so it was named as the first "first" of the day.

The second "first" was quite a bit more adventurous. This one involved a trip to Piercing U.S.A. Yes, yes, this is exactly what it sounds like, and when we emerged from the shop, Meghan's belly button was pierced, Carrie's lower lip was pierced, and my nose was pierced :)

On the instruction sheet that the piercing place gave us, one of the instructions reads as follows: "Avoid oral contact, rough play, and contact with others' bodily fluids on or near your piercing during healing." Somehow in the midst of our discussion of this rule someone piped up with "well, you wouldn't want anyone to spit into your wound, would you?" From there, the joke of the day became "please, don't spit in my wound." And really, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't ;)

We were still interested in the initial camping idea; however, this aspect of the plan had changed quite a bit as well. We picked up Stacey, who had been working all day, but instead of driving out to a campsite, we opted for camping out on Meghan's "slab." Meghan, you see, is having a house built right now. The house currently exists only in the form of a cement slab that has been poured to serve as the foundation for the house, so we brought sleeping bags out to the slab and set up camp. This lasted until around 1 a.m. when Officer Iamsonotamused decided to come, shine his ultra-bright, fun-hating cop light on us, and bust up our little camping excursion. We were "an obstruction" and "a safety hazard," and "we had to leave immediately." Like I said—fun hater. So we packed up, didn't get ticketed (he didn't even take any names), and went to our homes to sleep in our own beds.

Here's a few photos from our campout gone bad... Once the fear of being arrested passed, I couldn't have been more relieved to be heading home to my own bed. I believe it might have been my idea to "sleep on the slab". It was not one of my brighter ones. I was wide awake when the spotlight from the cop car began scanning back and forth over our "campsite". Unlike my dear friends snoring around me... I hadn't slept for even a second! Oh well... it made for a good story.

P.S. - Note the lighters at the bottom of the picture. Those are what we used to try and toast our marshmallows... :) Another bad idea.