Hmmm. Well, one thing is for sure. When I pick a topic to blog about I don't always get what I expect in the way of reader feedback. I am very glad so many of you like my teeth. I never thought I'd be getting teeth comments from yesterday's post. I'll have to thank my parents again for the orthodontist they hired when I was eleven. I don't think I've ever been called "elusive" before either. I'm extremely grateful you don't think I look like a marshmallow. I passed that observation on to The Torturer, and I won't bore you with his long-winded (yawn!) response. Lastly, no, I won't be posting any pictures of my cleavage anytime soon. Thank you for asking anyway.
My daughter, TR, starts college classes this Thursday. She's been living in her apartment in a town of nearly all college students for about two weeks now. Apparently every guy for miles around has realized there are seven very pretty girls all living in one spot. Their house has become the gathering place. TR tells me "the guys all show up around dinner time wondering what we are cooking." They arrive with gifts. Gifts like a six pack of beer or similar romantic gestures.
Men are so sentimental at that age.
One male neighbor arrived with "weed" as a house warming gift for the girls. They informed him they don't partake. He arrived the next night with a tray of shots. They refused. The next night he brought over beers. (He's a very persistent guy.) If he was hot I imagine they would have been a little quicker to accept at least a beer from him, but apparently "he's a creep" and so his gifts keep getting rejected. TR said the rejections aren't preventing him from appearing every evening. I gave her nice motherly advice which included, "Don't ever open the door to him if you are alone in the house."
Because I'm paranoid that way. And maybe overly protective.
TR thought it would be best to inform me of her recent encounter with the police by instant messenger rather than through a phone conversation. I'm sure it was just more convenient and not because she was afraid to tell me six cops had felt it was necessary to arrive at her house the night before.
There is a tradition at her school to "water balloon" the incoming freshmen. The freshmen moved into their dorms last weekend. All the parties are held in the adjacent neighborhood right off campus. Returning students have big parties, hide out on their balconies, etc. and blast the freshmen with water balloons as they walk the streets looking for parties. Harmless fun, right?
TR's house has a big front yard which is unusual in her neighborhood. It has a fence going around the perimeter. A big front yard makes for big college parties with an excessive number of guests. A beer-pong table is prominently displayed in the front yard also.
Excessive guests equaled an excessive number of water balloons equaled an excessive number of drenched freshmen and a huge mess out on the street. Six cops showed up to break up the party. They were a little surprised to find seven cute co-eds at the center of the mayhem.
The cops made them drag all the water balloons out onto the street and pop them right in front of them. ("Did they have vodka in them?" I asked; she said, "No!") Then they made the girls and their many party guests clean up the mess on the street. They issued them a warning, did not even comment on the massive amounts of visible alcohol everywhere, and left.
TR said the party "resumed in about thirty seconds," but without water balloons. I asked her again, "What day do classes start?"
I'm wondering how soon she'll be busy with school and have less time for fun and debauchery.
TR is at my alma mater. I'm quite sure I never had any encounters with the police when I lived there. Ahem … well, no encounters which were noteworthy really. Or maybe just none that I care to mention. (I never went to jail, alright?)
I did have two male friends who were convicted of a felony. It sounds terrible doesn't it? What type of delinquents did I hang out with?
Actually they were two very nice guys. Both of them were smart (?) and very good students. They decided one night after a few beers to have an adventure. There was an avocado orchard not too far away. They went to the orchard, hopped the fence and went crazy picking avocados. They filled up bag, after bag, after bag, of avocados. Don't ask me why. Both boys lived in a dorm and they had no access to a kitchen. They didn't pick the avocados to eat, they just felt like picking them.
Do you know what the price of an avocado is?
They came back showing off their wares and inviting us all to share in their bounty. No one wanted their avocados. We all lived in a dorm and had no kitchen tools and no way of making guacamole. The avocados sat in their car overnight.
It turns out the owner of the orchard had seen the boys leaving and recorded their license plate. The police showed up and the "evidence" was still in their car. Those avocados were worth a lot of money and their "prank" resulted in both boys pleading guilty to grand theft. My friends were convicted of a felony.
Did you ever have an encounter with the police when you were in high school or college? Did you have an almost-encounter with the police? Or maybe you should have had many encounters, but got lucky? Let's hear it!