All's fair in love and pool parties
Graduation was yesterday, and in retrospect all I remember is being very, very hot. As I drove to the school with my cap and gown in the backseat and The Righteous Brothers playing on the radio, I began to feel very emotional about graduating. This was the first time I felt this way, mind you. Then I got to the school and it was like ninety fucking degrees in the gym. We couldn't have the ceremony outside since there were tornados everywhere. Almost instantly, as though the heat were a bottle of Saint John's Wort, my emotions subsided and my sole purpose in life became staying cool. Looking back I wish I could've enjoyed it more and let the moment sink in, but unfortunately it was just too fucking hot; especially in that black gown and the dress clothes I was wearing underneath. Before they called off everyone's name to go up and get their diploma, the President of the Board told the audience to save their applause until after everyone's name had been read. Well yeah, that worked for about the first five people. When I went up, some people shouted "Monkey Trouble" in reference to a past adventure in airhorning. That made me feel good. Then Katie Fisher went up to get her diploma and holy mother of God you'd think the fucking President of the United States, The Beatles, and Jesus Christ had just walked into the room. The crowd started roaring, then an attempt at a standing ovation was made. And I am not shitting you when I say that there were fucking signs. No, I'm not lying. More than one person at different ends of the audience held up signs reading GO FISH and other such inspirational messages. And one of the signs was so huge that two people had to hold it up. Even the President of the Board, who told everyone NOT to clap, was clapping! At first I thought, "Oh shit did she cure cancer or find the lost Ark of the Covenant?" But on later investigation I found out that no, she did neither of those things. Oh well, I guess it made her day and she doesn't have a whole lot to look forward to after High School so whatever. After the ceremony it was nice seeing everyone in the gym, especially those people I knew I would probably never see again. Even my boyhood chum Jeff Schierer came up to me, shook my hand, said "Good times" and then walked away. It was a touching moment, let me tell you.
After Graduation I had several parties to choose from, so I stopped by Jason's first. While I was there tornados started popping up all over the place, so I decided to get the hell out of Metamora before someone said to take cover. I doubt we would've taken cover, however, since Jason's family loves bad weather. Nonetheless, I had social gatherings to attend. I went to the Grabel's for a while, then Faye joined me and we went to Steffan's later on. For those of you who don't know, Steffan Clark has a pool that I have not had the opportunity to swim in until this weekend. I love to swim, even if said pool is infested with frogs. So we all did that for a bit and it was a delightful aquatic experience if I do say so myself. Then after I took Faye home I went with Steffan, Pete, and Tough-As-Nails Dan Burkhart to Super Wal-Mart. With tons of graduation money in my pocket, I was almost 100% positive that I would be walking out of Wal-Mart with several Special Edition DVD's. However, to my surprise I bought nothing. Why is it that when I have money I can't find anything I want to buy (besides food), but when I don't have it I see millions of things that I must have. I want to be a credit to capitalism, I really do. I suppose the blame falls on Wal-Mart, for not having anything that really caught my eye.
So we got back to Steffan's house at some wee hour of the morning, and I figured the night was over. I plopped down on the couch, and laid there for a few minutes, when all of the sudden I had the sudden urge to go swimming again. I managed to coerse Davey Jones, Mike, and Aaron to join my late-night pool party, only to find that Steffan's pool had grown cold. Then, from out of nowhere, Davey announces that he has an 85 degree pool at his house. So we all piled into Davey's car and drove to his house out in the middle of nowhere, where we had our second magnificent aquatic experience of the evening. At one point I was doing backstrokes across the pool, staring up into the clear night sky, and I saw a shooting star. At that moment I realized that life is indeed a beautiful thing, as are in-ground swimming pools.. I'm not knocking Steffan's pool or anything, but Davey scored some major points for having fanoodles and undersea goggles. We had been swimming for an hour or so when Davey's sister came outside bitching about how she had some job interview in the morning, and we all needed to shut the hell up. Ironically, at this same time Aaron and Mike, completely oblivious to the fact that Davey's sister was outside, were having a conversation about how she is an ugly bitch. She let us keep swimming though, so I guess that was nice of her. But in all honesty I mistook the woman for a 40-year-old balding man with a pot-belly and glasses. Seriously, I thought Davey's parents had come home early from New Orleans.
We swam until the sun came up, and then went to Denny's.
After Graduation I had several parties to choose from, so I stopped by Jason's first. While I was there tornados started popping up all over the place, so I decided to get the hell out of Metamora before someone said to take cover. I doubt we would've taken cover, however, since Jason's family loves bad weather. Nonetheless, I had social gatherings to attend. I went to the Grabel's for a while, then Faye joined me and we went to Steffan's later on. For those of you who don't know, Steffan Clark has a pool that I have not had the opportunity to swim in until this weekend. I love to swim, even if said pool is infested with frogs. So we all did that for a bit and it was a delightful aquatic experience if I do say so myself. Then after I took Faye home I went with Steffan, Pete, and Tough-As-Nails Dan Burkhart to Super Wal-Mart. With tons of graduation money in my pocket, I was almost 100% positive that I would be walking out of Wal-Mart with several Special Edition DVD's. However, to my surprise I bought nothing. Why is it that when I have money I can't find anything I want to buy (besides food), but when I don't have it I see millions of things that I must have. I want to be a credit to capitalism, I really do. I suppose the blame falls on Wal-Mart, for not having anything that really caught my eye.
So we got back to Steffan's house at some wee hour of the morning, and I figured the night was over. I plopped down on the couch, and laid there for a few minutes, when all of the sudden I had the sudden urge to go swimming again. I managed to coerse Davey Jones, Mike, and Aaron to join my late-night pool party, only to find that Steffan's pool had grown cold. Then, from out of nowhere, Davey announces that he has an 85 degree pool at his house. So we all piled into Davey's car and drove to his house out in the middle of nowhere, where we had our second magnificent aquatic experience of the evening. At one point I was doing backstrokes across the pool, staring up into the clear night sky, and I saw a shooting star. At that moment I realized that life is indeed a beautiful thing, as are in-ground swimming pools.. I'm not knocking Steffan's pool or anything, but Davey scored some major points for having fanoodles and undersea goggles. We had been swimming for an hour or so when Davey's sister came outside bitching about how she had some job interview in the morning, and we all needed to shut the hell up. Ironically, at this same time Aaron and Mike, completely oblivious to the fact that Davey's sister was outside, were having a conversation about how she is an ugly bitch. She let us keep swimming though, so I guess that was nice of her. But in all honesty I mistook the woman for a 40-year-old balding man with a pot-belly and glasses. Seriously, I thought Davey's parents had come home early from New Orleans.
We swam until the sun came up, and then went to Denny's.