Thirty Nine: Mammaries

I just noticed how many different college sweatshirts are being worn on this page. Crap. The only non-school affiliated sweatshirt on here is that weird Mexican one Lauren's wearing that I somehow acquired a while ago...it's kind of bothering me that I can't remember where that came from. Oh well.

So aside from the sweatshirts, there is also a damn good memory behind each of these pictures. Number one would be 'Trashed Tuesday'. We have school tomorrow morning. What should we do? Drink, dance, and go to the gym inebriated at 3 am, of course! That was, by the way, the one and only time I have ever been to the gym drunk and it was quite the experience. It was completely empty aside from us, first of all. What I remember was Lauren benching in the weight room while I rolled around on the big training balls upstairs. Then blur. Then trying to convince Charlie to just let us sleep on the chairs by the pool. Then remembering, oh shit, we have to be at school in like three hours, we should go to bed. Good decisions.

Number two- camping after graduation. We spent so long staring at fire. I think my favorite part of that entire trip was deciding to hike out to the lake in the middle of the night and watch the stars. We all picked a buddy in case of bear abduction or something equally dangerous, trekked out in the pitch black forest, laid on a giant rock by the lake with our heads all together and stared up. I recall a moment of silence and feeling very happy to be bundled up on a rock with the people I loved.

Second favorite part of the trip was Victor chopping down a sapling with an axe.
How many times Megan got hit in the head with random objects.
Trying to throw sticks into a volleyball net and make them stick...that was when we were pretending to be Indians, I'm pretty sure.

Indians with volleyball nets.

Last but not least, Memorial Day Weekend some year in highschool. '07 maybe. It was most definitely one of the strangest nights of my life. We picked up some kids walking down the street (one of whom went by "Monkey") in Santa Barbara in the middle of the night and drove around town and mountains and ate french toast sticks and played in school playgrounds until finally ending up on the beach at sunrise. Then we took the kids home in the morning and drove back to Grover Beach where we were staying...it was all very odd.

Glad I could reminisce for a bit. Now back to the present.