Tomorrow I’m driving to a university in Maryland to retrieve my daughter from her week of sleep away camp. The birds will sing, the sun will shine and it will be a wonderful Mother Daughter reunion…all except for one wicked case of the flashbacks.
You see, although I did not attend this school, many of my friends did. So when I was underage, under the influence and home from New York, it was THE place to party. Funny how I had blocked it out forgotten all about it…
Rewind back to last week: The Drop Off
I was surprised at how the area around the university had changed. However, as soon as I drove through the entrance, it was just as I remembered all those 15 years ago…except this time I was sober and my 12 year old daughter was in the back seat. Talk about a “Hey, you’re an old hag” buzz kill to begin your stroll down memory lane. Yeah, thanks.
We wove our way around campus and found a parking space - all the while I’m thinking I’ve been caught up in some MTV remake of the Twilight Zone. After standing in line to register, we received her room assignment and set forth to move on in.
As we hiked up the hill with her luggage, the flashbacks started coming at me with lightning speed.
Hey, I think I threw up behind that tree.
That’s the house where the keg party got busted up by the cops.
Oh no! I remember passing out in this dorm!
Duct tape, what?
Why am I remembering duct tape?
And them it came back to me. Those wonderful friends I used to visit on campus? When anyone would pass out, they would duct tape them where they fell. Nice, huh? Well, try getting it off of you with a head of hair like mine.
Bizarre, I tell you. I’m too old to even be remembering this stuff - at least I feel like it. Hopefully tomorrow will come and go without any visions of me doing kegstands in the quad.
Cheers!
Pretty please?
so funny! as for me… i sometimes get college flashbacks of myself singing drunk in front of large groups of people (especially musical theater and boy band music)!
Yeah, well look how well you turned out!! And you don’t need to bother to un-remember those old times. They’re part of what you are: All good.
Well there was that one time that I dipped my cup into way too many trashcans full of “punch” at a frat house party at VCU in Richmond, VA and somehow ended up scaling the stone wall around the state mental institution with my girlfriend….that is, until we fell off the wall on the INSIDE of the institution and had no one on that side to hoist us back up, so we had to go up to the front door and ask to be let out - GAH! :zombie:
There are really SO MANY MORE…but it’s late and that would require lots of typing. I am sure you know I have lots of tales!
Oh MommaK what a story.
I agree with horsetail.
I am way too old now with my children. They actually correct my english and I feel so foolish and stupid. I remember doing this with my parents. ??!!
I am telling you….growing old is not for wimps.
PS How cruel to duct tape someone when they are drunk.
Do I want to know what kegstands are?
Hmmmm…..you might be near Miz Mary. I think I know what camp she’s going to. If so, I’ve worked with the director.
Now I can’t read a sentence of Petroville without wondering what you look like and trying out different names on you. Will Monday ever come?
Now I know what people go to college for!
ah…………..when was that? What story did you give dear ol’ Mom?
I remember how odd it felt driving on Towson’s campus with AM 25 years after I left it although I can’t say our memories were similar. :giggle:
You know what’s even more sad?? I don’t have any. I was such a goodie 2 shoes I never got that drunk….
Sad….sad….sad…sad.
Well, I just dropped out of college this year. I know, pride all around. Anyway… yeah, maybe I’ll just go get drunk right now. Everybody wins, right?
I know the sadness (and proudness) of having a 12 year old. Every time I look at him he’s growing up.
I didn’t attend too many college parties. I did get pulled over for suspicion of DUI on the college campus by the campus police. I was sober (cross my heart) and happened to be parked in front of the frat house I was looking for when I went the wrong way on a one way street (the reason for my pull-over). My friends that were waiting for me saw the whole thing. After a full field-sobriety test, the campus cops reluctantly let me go. There was much laughing at my expense over the next couple of weeks.
Having been a part of some of the UM madness… Remember the shaving of the eyebrows? I distinctly remember waking up just when someone was about to shave off my eyebrows! You have to miss those times alittle…
Puking cheap whisky into a metal dorm trash can, while some idiot guy held my hair, and rubbed my back telling me how beautiful I was. The next day I had bruises on my forehead and chest from hitting the trash can.
Yeah, THAT was pretty……….