Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time...
Well, after the move week from he**, and husband being out almost every evening at events, I feel like I am all parented out. Do you know what I mean? Don't get me wrong, my babies are the most important, wonderful creatures in my life...but sometimes, I just feel like I get lost in all of the care giving. I'm not whining about it, just stating the fact. This has left me thinking about things that I have done, and places I have been on the way to here...Without further ado, I give you, one drunken night, after finals, my freshman year of college...I spent my first year of college out west, at a big state school. I had no major, which really was just as well, since I was pulling a "D" average after my first semester (yes, parents were so proud). Fwiw, I did pull that up to a "B" at the end of the second semester (fear is an amazing motivator)...Upon finishing my last final, Mike (my FIJI big brother), my best friend Janet, and two other drunk girls on my floor drove to Boulder to (can you believe they had this?) quarter pitcher night!!! Yeah, no damage done there...quarter pitchers! Anyway, on the way, we passed what I can only assume was a horse ranch. I said "My Mom would love that fiberglass horse!". On the way home, I don't even know who was driving, someone slammed on the brakes and said "We have to get the horse for Nap's Mom!". Cut to...me hiking my denim miniskirt up and shimmying up a platform to push down said horse. We were driving a station wagon...No, a life sized fiberglass horse doesn't not fit in a station wagon. So...I held on to the horse around it's neck upside down with the feet sticking up out the back, while Mike held on to me so I would not fall out of the car. Ridiculous, I know. Anyway, we drag the thing up the fire stairs to our dorm room where many drunken pictures were taken riding "Ed". Yes, that is my ridiculous, drunk, denim miniskirt wearing self in front...Good Lord, what were we thinkin'?Now, my recollection of the rest of the story is vague at best...I believe we dragged "Ed" to the SAE house, rang the doorbell and ran (remember, I have to be out of the dorms the next night, I don't think I could leave a life sized horse behind...). Fifteen years later, I had a clerk who was an SAE at big state school out west. He couldn't believe I was the horse wrangler! Apparently, the SAE's mounted "Ed's" head in the party room in the basement, where to my knowledge he is today...They left his hind side at a rival frat house, I couldn't tell you where "Ed's" ass ended up...I can't even begin to tell you why, I would steal a life sized fiberglass horse. I am sure the statute of limitations has run out on my crime, so it's a safe story to tell. I suppose quarter pitcher night can work wonders on one's sense of reason. All I can say is "it seemed like a good idea at the time".