What? You Never Ran Around In Your Underwear?

because i'm sure i did.  i can't remember a single particular instance of doing so, but who hasn't?  although, even if i did remember - would i share it here?  i'm not sure.  so we'll let lauren take that one for the team.  one of the reasons i love lauren's blog is that she's absolutely an open book like that!  read on for the details.


hello not entirely perfect readers!! i am so excited to be here today! i love stephanie's blog and am so happy that she is letting me guest post! i am lauren, and i blog at lot 48.  i write about anything, really.  my life, entertainment, memories.  but you will not find any recipes, fashion posts, beauty posts, or fitness posts.  i am not good at anything like that!  but i am currently running a linkup called "you are beautiful" where you can write about weight loss, self esteem, infertility, poor self image, or just going through a hard time.  the linkup is to create an atmosphere where we can all feel like we are not alone and be part of a supportive community.  the linkup runs every other thursday so please join in!! 

today i am going to tell you my favorite high school memory.  it wasn't hard to choose because i was not a fan of high school at all, so choosing a favorite memory is really the only really good memories of high school. 

so, in high school, i was in theater.  i loved theater, i spent 30 hours a  week at dance class, i took singing lessons, i wanted to be a performer more than anything.  i'm not now, because, hello, life, but i was in every school play that there was in my high school career.  i preferred to do musicals, and in the spring they did “straight” plays which means it is such a play and not a musical so i didn’t do those.  there was definitely seniority which was why i was so furious when i was a senior and they casted a junior as dorothy in the  wizard of oz, after i had just been a lead at regional theater over the summer.

but my senior year in the spring, they did another musical, little women.  you can see me circled, i was meg.  the boy in the circle was my husband in the play and i used this picture when i talked about stage kissing so i am recycling, oh the horror.

there was a tradition at my high school, and it was very top secret.  i am the youngest of 4 daughters, no brothers and all my sisters had been in theater at school.  they all knew the “sacred” and secret ritual that happens the night of the final show of your last show in your high school career.

i swore never to tell, but i don’t care and i will take my chances of getting hit with rocks i guess, because high school was forever ago and this is too good a story not to share, right? right.

so, after the final show ended, all the senior girls who were involved in the play escape from the closing night party and steal the key from our director/theater teacher to go into a room where students aren’t allowed in.  it was a big room where the air conditioning ducts were and some small stairs that led to the roof.  our high school was only three stories, so it wasn’t scary to go up there.

and then, and this may sound weird, but high school kids are weird, right?  we would strip down to our bra and underwear and run around on the roof the high school yelling out “dixie high foreverrrrr!!!!!!!!!” and other silly things.  i remember it was cold and a lot of girls were super self-conscious about stripping down.  i was too because a) i am a prude and b) it was cold.  it was dark we could barely see each other, but we ran around screaming things and looking down at the tiny cars on the road.

after only like, 10 minutes, we would all get dressed and go back inside because it was coooold.  when we came back down, all the boys slyly asked where we went, but everybody knew.

since i was a sophomore i knew that night was coming and was so excited when it finally came.  it was fun!! i think it bonded all of us girls in a way, and even though i now only see what they are doing via facebook, i still remember the fun and crazy night where we ran around the roof in our underwear.


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