This one is quite amusing. I wrote about it every year in elementary school whenever we had to write a personal narrative, and I got it published in a kids' magazine in the "Most Embarrassing Moments" section when I was 12. True story.
1996, I believe it was. My best friend went by the name of Katie Rose. I, of course, was Katie Marie. We were 8, and did almost everything together. We lived on the same block...our yards were touching. Our families were close. We made gingerbread houses together every Christmas.
1996, I believe it was. My best friend went by the name of Katie Rose. I, of course, was Katie Marie. We were 8, and did almost everything together. We lived on the same block...our yards were touching. Our families were close. We made gingerbread houses together every Christmas.
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We watched the same movies, played the same sports, and liked the same boys. One day we were playing "house" in my yard and we asked each other who our husbands would be. Both of us replied, without hesitation, "Chris Rierson."
Chris, our neighbor and babysitter at the time, was quite a stud in those days. 13 years old with giant square-rimmed glasses and a mouth full of braces. Oh baby. Katie Rose and I both wanted in that boy's pants like you wouldn't believe. Well, maybe not in his pants...we were 8. We wanted to do with him whatever you do with boys when you're 8. Play on the swingset? I don't know.
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Anyway, because Chris was my babysitter, he and my mother were very buddy-buddy. On the day my mom took me and Katie Rose to see "Matilda" at the theater, Chris joined us.
My mother is not one to spend extra money on ANYTHING, so there was no way we were going to get any food at the movie theater. We decided to go to our favorite pizza place before the show...Garibaldi's. Mmmmm. We found a booth and sat down. We chit-chatted for a while before I got up to wash my hands. I was starving, and was excited to see that by the time I returned to our booth, the pizza was already on the table! Eager to dig in, I took my seat....on top of the OTHER pizza my mother had ordered and placed right where I had been sitting.
The scolding hot tomato sauce burned my ass through my denim shorts and dripped down my leg, leaving a scar on my left ankle that has barely faded to this day. I of course began to cry uncontrollably, and while my memory is not crystal clear I imagine I did some sort of embarrassing dance around the restaurant. Meanwhile, my mother, best friend, and babysitter/crush laughed their asses off. I can't remember if my brothers were there, but no doubt if two of them were present they were getting a kick out of it too. To make matters worse, my mother wouldn't stop back at home for me to change clothes before the movie. I had to sit through the entire show with a giant red spot on my ass.
Stories to look forward to this week:
1) Kevin as Brittany Spears.
2) Casper.
3) Sarah and the Pokemon Language.
Get excited.
Chris, our neighbor and babysitter at the time, was quite a stud in those days. 13 years old with giant square-rimmed glasses and a mouth full of braces. Oh baby. Katie Rose and I both wanted in that boy's pants like you wouldn't believe. Well, maybe not in his pants...we were 8. We wanted to do with him whatever you do with boys when you're 8. Play on the swingset? I don't know.
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Anyway, because Chris was my babysitter, he and my mother were very buddy-buddy. On the day my mom took me and Katie Rose to see "Matilda" at the theater, Chris joined us.
My mother is not one to spend extra money on ANYTHING, so there was no way we were going to get any food at the movie theater. We decided to go to our favorite pizza place before the show...Garibaldi's. Mmmmm. We found a booth and sat down. We chit-chatted for a while before I got up to wash my hands. I was starving, and was excited to see that by the time I returned to our booth, the pizza was already on the table! Eager to dig in, I took my seat....on top of the OTHER pizza my mother had ordered and placed right where I had been sitting.
The scolding hot tomato sauce burned my ass through my denim shorts and dripped down my leg, leaving a scar on my left ankle that has barely faded to this day. I of course began to cry uncontrollably, and while my memory is not crystal clear I imagine I did some sort of embarrassing dance around the restaurant. Meanwhile, my mother, best friend, and babysitter/crush laughed their asses off. I can't remember if my brothers were there, but no doubt if two of them were present they were getting a kick out of it too. To make matters worse, my mother wouldn't stop back at home for me to change clothes before the movie. I had to sit through the entire show with a giant red spot on my ass.
Stories to look forward to this week:
1) Kevin as Brittany Spears.
2) Casper.
3) Sarah and the Pokemon Language.
Get excited.
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