Tell me a story

A blogger I often read, Princess Nebraska, suggested the idea of doing Wednesday Writing Prompts today. Meaning bloggers take turns coming up with the idea for the topic then everyone writes about that on their blog. So I’m going to go ahead and try it out with Princess Nebraska’s idea, which was Tell Me a Story.

Maybe some will tell something heartfelt or something highly creative and fictional, but as I sit in my office in the town where I spent my first 18 years of life I can’t help but have random memories growing up, so I guess this is my chance to share one.

When I was 15 I had a very cool friend who was 16. Oh how those few extra months can mean the world in highschool. And that is because at 16 of course you get your driver’s license. So Jenny had her license and a very cute little Omni (if memory serves me right, which could very well not be the case). She offered to take Kim, another friend, and I out for a weekend cruise around the infamous strip. I feel so old saying this, but when I was in high school there was a path through town that people would just cruise on Friday and Saturday nights. Doesn’t cruising sound like something from the 60s? It was actually the early 90s. I’m not that old, people. Anyways, I’m pretty sure that doesn’t happen anymore, but at the time it seemed exciting and a great place to look for guys.

We first took her car speeding down some country rounds – I’m not sure if Jenny was just showing off her hot new wheels or she had picked Kim and I up at our houses. As we’re speeding along we approach a road on our left. Suddenly Jenny says “Want to squeal some tires girls?” I don’t remember us even responding and the next thing we know Jenny’s taking a 90-degree turn at 50 mph. The left side tires of her little Omni went up in the air and somehow we drove, on two-wheels, for a minute, before cruising right into the ditch. I remember at first the shock as we arrived sideways in the ditch. My ponytail was now on the side of my head and instead of riding middle I was now on my friend’s lap, Jenny, the driver, was now in the middle of the car.

After a moment of pause, we got out of the car. Through the window, Dukes of Hazard style. After exiting we stood in the middle of the road, glanced at each other and erupted in hysterical laughing. We were laughing so hard we fell to the ground.

Afterward, we wandered what we should do. After coming to the conclusion that A. Our moms would be really mad at us and B. We still wanted to go cruising, we decided getting the mothers involved was not part of our plan. I believe we decided it was best to walk to the nearest house and call a tow truck to get the car out. (Remember, it’s the early 90s, no cell phones.)

To our delight, a man with a tow truck not only pulled the vehicle out, but also kicked the car door from the inside, popping out the telltale dent that Jenny worried would give her away to her mom.

We happily went on our way, cruising the strip as planned.

Later we would find out that we had overlooked one detail of our secret accident. Jenny’s mom just couldn’t understand why there were weeds and dirt hanging out from underneath her car after a simple night of cruising in town. Busted. I guess we should have come clean about the accident in the first place, but it definitely made for a memorable night.

If any of you bloggers, ahem.. Emily, want to join Wednesday’s Tell Me a Story, that would be great!

Oh, and sorry, mom, if you’re just now finding out about that little fender bender I may have not mentioned before.