One time at band camp……..no really, Grade 9 Band Camp (shocking to find out I was a lead clarinet player isn’t it?) I snuck out after hours and curfew to meet a certain boy for some seriously talked about canoodling….hey, I was 15. He was sooooooo cool he had smuggled a bottle of Baby Duck wine into camp and he and I drank it by the lake in the moonlight. It was so romantic.
Right up until we got caught……and I had to spend the rest of that week in ISOLATION sleeping in a cabin with my 50+ something band teacher and his wife. Seriously. LOCKDOWN….for the rest of the week. I was soooo badass I could not be trusted to *not* lead another boy down the path of wickedness. Really? It wasn’t even my wine, which of course, they did not believe.
Which leads to me wondering…..was I really that badass? Was I the Badassador of Badass? One would think that the clarinet playing would belie one’s badassery but then….. I did date a 22 year old for the rest of that year much to my Mother’s delight so…. yet another example of why wine and I do not mix.
yeah, that's fairly bad ass. I'm going to vote you are vixen she-devil.
ReplyDeleteLucky you didn't touch the "go home door". The sleep away camp I went to in grade 8, Lake St. George, had a door that was between the girls dorm and boys dorm. No one touched it.
ReplyDeleteBadass...yes the 22 year old boyfriend..ya my parents would have sicked the cops on him. What was Mr. BabyDuck's rep ? Some boys have a distinct talent for snowing a teacher.
Dude, we band kids (me, flute, yeah yeah...) were BAD in middle school. We had this big field trip to Hershey Park, PA to compete and we all played truth or dare the entire way there, and the entire way home. I had my first (several) french kisses and showed everyone my bra. OK, maybe it shows how much of a dork I was (am) that I think that was "bad." But WHATEVER. You go with your bad canoodling, clarinet-playing self.
ReplyDeleteCute story Dharma! Don't worry, I'll handle the wine from here on out...
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