Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wicked Wednesdays #5

It's been OVER a year since I posted a Wicked Wednesday, time to start again, I think. I'm getting ready to attend my 25th High School Reunion in a couple of weeks, and boy does THAT bring up some memories!
Wicked Wednesdays all began with this post. I'll regale you with another night of drinking that went horribly, horribly wrong. If you are under the age of consent for wherever you live in the universe, take these as cautionary tales. If you are like me and have had your share of poor judgement moments, then we can laugh together. Yes that is a picture of me with a lampshade on my head, doing the shimmy. I will not be posting the names of my cohorts in these wanton ways, but for clarification, will identify them by an initial of their names.
In High School I was a Band Buddy. This is likely why I adore Glee today, but I digress. We used to drink Mickey's Big Mouth and go ice blocking at Castlewood Country Club - upper course:

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Looks like kids are still doing this as the area we rode shows up brown in the satellite imaging (far left, middle of the image). OK, so, on this one night, S, R, C, K, maybe M, and I were all sitting under the trees, on the downhill slope, drinking and getting ready to ice block. I was the only Junior in the crowd, the rest were Seniors, and we were there because R lived very close by. When the security forces, or police showed up, we laid low on the hill, and the searchlights missed us, but we knew they'd be back. Deciding on a hasty retreat, we rode down the hill which banked into a cart road at the end. Because we were running from the law, we didn't return to the road, but beat it through the brush to R's house. I think that was also the night we all bleached our 501s, though given the frequency of the ice blocking it really could have been another night. I do recall it was a school night, and the next day, M, R, C, S and K were all in trouble because they all had poison oak and their parents knew who exactly had been ice blocking. I am immune to poison oak and claimed innocence until this very day ;-). I really wish those jeans still fit, and every time I hear this song I think of those times and smile:
And who remembers Marilyn McCoo and the Solid Gold Dancers?


SY said...

lol. My drunken stories are a little more naked..Congrats for keeping your clothes on!

Anonymous said...

Hahaha! What a funny post! I have never heard of ice blocking, but it sounds likes something I would have enjoyed. I DO remember Marilyn McCoo and the Solid Gold Dancers - I used to want to be one of those dancers!
Have a great day J9!

J9 said...

Sy - those are yet to come - I was only 16 at the time of this one!
Audrey - I also wanted to be a Solid Gold Dancer, and practiced those routines in my livingroom every week!