Vortexia's Secret

so i just read somebody's memories from high school prom time. reminds me of our prom through graduation blitz. we were kind of a strange high school. the smart kids were the popular kids for the most part, and the really high achievers were in classes that were harder than AP classes. they also had bitch hard internationally regulated tests. so at the end of our senior year we had a blur of tests we had to take, but we somehow managed to squeeze in a ton of parties. it was an interesting mix. the one i remember the best was held by one of the less popular guys, but his parents were out of town, so of course he suddenly became very popular. he didn't plan too well, though, because within the first hour or so the alcohol was running out. but he did plan well enough to have his older brother on hand to make another run. i remember one of the pretty-boy popular guys suddenly became verrry friendly and was inviting me and a couple other girls to come by his place when his parents were out of town. that's ok buddy... (oh, wondering where J was? he didn't go to our high school, so i went to all of these parties with a group of girlfriends. he was/is a brave and trusting man.)

during our pre-graduation breakfast together, my roomie asked me what the stupidest thing i did in college was... like what i regretted. now i can think of some of those... but i think high school was one of my stupider times. like when my friends just decided i wouldn't drink so i would be their eternal DD bitch. they didn't realize that back then if you screwed me over like that, i'd fuck with you a little. so they pulled that on me for this party, i was pissed as hell, but ended up driving anyway because if i did i could ditch the rest of them to hang with other friends at the party and they wouldn't all be breathing down my neck measuring how much i was drinking. i had some classy friends back then. but anyway, we got there, i found other friends and went my own way. i drank at the beginning to get a little buzz and then just walked around holding a glass so they'd think i kept drinking the whole time. as much as they wanted to be bad asses, they were still worry warts. (and i don't blame them: i am in no way condoning drunk driving and made sure i was in fact sober.) so anyway, they were freaking out. passive aggressive, i know, but i was young and stupid. i do remember near the beginning, i grabbed a bottle of boone's from a guy, asked sweetly if i could try it, he said ok and kept talking to a friend. he looked back to get his bottle back, and saw me chugging. after the shock wore off that i was doing that, he quickly tried to get it back since there was just a little left at that point. that still cracks me up.

just as we were about to leave, all hell broke loose. one of the girls i drove there (girl A) stole the guy that another girl i drove there (girl B) was talking to. girl A decided that since girl B kept talking about how she wasn't sure she wanted to date him, she would take the boy for herself. well, she did so at the party, girl B found out, got pissed, and most of the party came to a stand still. i tried to avoid the tension and fighting, so i hung with some people who could care less what happened, then one of my best friends and i went for a little walk around the block. she wasn't sure where she had parked, and we both had to reassure ourselves that we had sobered up by that time. i was stone cold sober by that point, but she needed to stay a little longer before she left. so i returned to the party, collected girl B and another friend, and cringed as i discovered that girl B had told girl A that she wasn't getting a ride home from me. aren't i supposed to make that kind of decision? but whatever.

anyway, i still thought it was a good party. but i'm also very glad i'm out of high school and don't have to revisit those times. thank goodness (most) people mature!!!

P.S. Keep them in your prayers.