Tumble Time
Found this gem buried wayyyyyy down deep in my archives and figured I’d share a giggle.
! Happy Tuesday !
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So.
There we were.
High school best friend and I.
Riding our bikes through our lovely hometown.
Thinking, CORRECTION: knowing !! we were oh so cute and very, very cool.
yeah.
right.
We might have been cute but I at least, was a million miles away from cool.
uh huh.
Friend and I traveled the same route at every opportunity over that summertime recess.
Past the cute boys’ houses.
Yep.
We knew where every last one of them lived
& I am not ashamed to admit, we were stalkers.
Very diligent stalkers, I might add.
On a good day, those adolescent hunks would be outside.
Maybe washing a car.
Maybe playing catch.
Bonus points if it was hot and humid because their shirts would be off.
Friend and I were big fans of ripply muscles.
On one particular day that is forever etched in my brain, we just happened to happen pass a house where a gaggle of burly brawn sat, soaking up that sun.
chaaaaa-ching
Goldmine.
Trying our best to be noticed in an oh so casual way, we ever so nonchalantly readied to ride pass
& I very much remember the infamous words of my best friend.
“Whatever you do, don’t fall.”
and
right
smack
dab
on
cue …
I fell.
I’m not quite sure if it was the gigantic boulder in the road that I did not see, or if I was concentrating a bit too much on my not so cool coolness but, down I went, bike and all.
HOW. EMBARRASSING.
Luckily we were still a house or two away from the beef.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t even noticed.
That’s what I tell myself anyway.
It was hard not to notice.
eek.
The woman who’s house where I performed my slo-mo-roll, noticed.
Boy oh boy ! did she notice.
She ran up to me like only a #nicey would, asking if I was ok ??!!?? as she helped untangle my legs from my bike.
“I’m fine. I’m fine” I mumbled
& I was.
Mortified, but fine.
Girlfriend couldn’t get us out of there fast enough
& although we’ve lost touch and haven’t spoken in years, I often wonder if she has recovered from this most humiliating of moments.
But hey, the good news is … We saw the chisel that day.
YaY.
Oh, High School.
How I would love to experience you all over again.
uhhhh.
On second thought, maybe not.
I’m still working on my cool.
🙂