Portable City and Peaches
Jennifer and Ashley both recently reminded me of two stories I had completely forgotten about. Maybe i'm getting old, these are their stories.
I went to a highschool that was built to accomodate 500 people, 1200 went there. So if you can imagine, it was packed. We had 5 minutes to get from class to class, and that wasnt ever enough, because fighting the traffic in the hallways was horrible. Administration used to joke about putting stop lights in the hall ways....I thought it was funny, but all joking aside, they would have come in handy.
In order to educate the overflow, the school put in about 50 portables out into the field. It took up almost half the footballl field, maybe thats why our team sucked so bad. We had nowhere to practise. But actually, in grade 9, we had 5 classes a day. 2 semesters. In both of those semesters, I never had one class inside the higschool. *incase you dont know what a portable is, its like a yellow trailer but its a fully equipped classroom, just outside*
One day, I'm sitting in class talking to this guy. Neil. A rather heavy guy, and we're all sitting around talking, instead of doing work. He's leaning back on his chair, the front two legs off the floor, the back two legs on the floor. So hes leaning back, blah blah blahing the last hour away, and i guess his weight was too much for the chair to handle....the back two legs of his chair, went right through the floor, and the chair broke under him. Of course we pissed our pants....one of the funniest things id ever seen.
And Peahces was this guy who used to follow me around this bar that we used to...frequent I guess is the word. LOL!. The bar was called Gords. We were there religiously a few days every week. It was the kind of place where we parked at the back, and walked through the kitchen to get to the bar....the kind of place where we knew the management, and when the bar closed, we'd all head up to the office, relax while they did their paperwork, and then head back downstairs because they turned the taps on, and made chicken fingers....The kind of place where the dj *who was also the manager* used to call us to the dj booth to do shots.....the kind of place that let Ash and LD go in to decorate the entire upstairs of the bar for my birthday....the kind of place where we were allowed to go behind the bar to refill our own pop, or water.....the kind of bar we hung out at so long, that the cleaning crew kicked us out at 7am. Fuck I miss that place.
Anyway, Peaches was this guy...i barely remember him. Miss Ash mentioned him not so long ago, but my memory is sketchy. He always wore a peach silk shirt. *hence the name peaches, and this was MANY years ago, when guys in silk was fashionable*....so he used to follow me around and stare...It made me nervous....I was young, and wasnt used to that kind of attention. I dont remember what he looks like, but it was mildly unfortunate. Thats all I remember. After months of seeing him there, and seeing him be so obvious about it, he never said one word. Miss Ash, and LD leave me at a table one night, its close to closing, and Peaches comes out of nowhere. He sits down at the table beside me, but facing me....I can feel him staring...it creeps me out. I get up and walk away. I dont care about being obviously annoyed. It was the last time I ever remember seeing him. Ash or LD....if you guys can expand on my broken memories, i would greatly appreciate it.
Hey Ash...remember that night...the night Pemikin took his hat and rode off into the sunset? The night it was the first time anyone had seen Jimbo do a girls pants up....and remember Glen*? And that I LOOOOOOVVVVEEEEDDD him? LOL!...And for what its woth Ash? Those blue sunglasses were a small price to pay to have you come pick me up in the blizzard. Good times girls...good times.
*Glen had a tattoo on the inside of his mouth....it was on the inside of his bottom lip. It said "Airborne"....
I went to a highschool that was built to accomodate 500 people, 1200 went there. So if you can imagine, it was packed. We had 5 minutes to get from class to class, and that wasnt ever enough, because fighting the traffic in the hallways was horrible. Administration used to joke about putting stop lights in the hall ways....I thought it was funny, but all joking aside, they would have come in handy.
In order to educate the overflow, the school put in about 50 portables out into the field. It took up almost half the footballl field, maybe thats why our team sucked so bad. We had nowhere to practise. But actually, in grade 9, we had 5 classes a day. 2 semesters. In both of those semesters, I never had one class inside the higschool. *incase you dont know what a portable is, its like a yellow trailer but its a fully equipped classroom, just outside*
One day, I'm sitting in class talking to this guy. Neil. A rather heavy guy, and we're all sitting around talking, instead of doing work. He's leaning back on his chair, the front two legs off the floor, the back two legs on the floor. So hes leaning back, blah blah blahing the last hour away, and i guess his weight was too much for the chair to handle....the back two legs of his chair, went right through the floor, and the chair broke under him. Of course we pissed our pants....one of the funniest things id ever seen.
And Peahces was this guy who used to follow me around this bar that we used to...frequent I guess is the word. LOL!. The bar was called Gords. We were there religiously a few days every week. It was the kind of place where we parked at the back, and walked through the kitchen to get to the bar....the kind of place where we knew the management, and when the bar closed, we'd all head up to the office, relax while they did their paperwork, and then head back downstairs because they turned the taps on, and made chicken fingers....The kind of place where the dj *who was also the manager* used to call us to the dj booth to do shots.....the kind of place that let Ash and LD go in to decorate the entire upstairs of the bar for my birthday....the kind of place where we were allowed to go behind the bar to refill our own pop, or water.....the kind of bar we hung out at so long, that the cleaning crew kicked us out at 7am. Fuck I miss that place.
Anyway, Peaches was this guy...i barely remember him. Miss Ash mentioned him not so long ago, but my memory is sketchy. He always wore a peach silk shirt. *hence the name peaches, and this was MANY years ago, when guys in silk was fashionable*....so he used to follow me around and stare...It made me nervous....I was young, and wasnt used to that kind of attention. I dont remember what he looks like, but it was mildly unfortunate. Thats all I remember. After months of seeing him there, and seeing him be so obvious about it, he never said one word. Miss Ash, and LD leave me at a table one night, its close to closing, and Peaches comes out of nowhere. He sits down at the table beside me, but facing me....I can feel him staring...it creeps me out. I get up and walk away. I dont care about being obviously annoyed. It was the last time I ever remember seeing him. Ash or LD....if you guys can expand on my broken memories, i would greatly appreciate it.
Hey Ash...remember that night...the night Pemikin took his hat and rode off into the sunset? The night it was the first time anyone had seen Jimbo do a girls pants up....and remember Glen*? And that I LOOOOOOVVVVEEEEDDD him? LOL!...And for what its woth Ash? Those blue sunglasses were a small price to pay to have you come pick me up in the blizzard. Good times girls...good times.
*Glen had a tattoo on the inside of his mouth....it was on the inside of his bottom lip. It said "Airborne"....
posted by Princess Pessimism at 3/30/2006 07:54:00 PM
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