Ever get booted out of something? I read on one of my favorite blogs last night that one of my favorite blog friends was suspended from Facebook for writing too much. Now that sounds silly to me but then there are a lot of things about Facebook that seem silly to me. I thought that maybe I'll try to get booted out too. It's kinda fun to get booted out of something, I seem to remember.
Well the only thing I was ever booted out of was the Little Theater back when I was in high school. I was a tad of a rebel back then. Rebellion and sports was the only two things I excelled in back then. They were both very compatable with ADHD. I don't think Ritalin was available back then or maybe it just wasn't heard of in my neck of the woods.
My mom, being raised up north, thought she would try to get a little culture into my twin sister and me. She got us involved in a play, West Side Story. I tried out and got the part of one of the singer/dancers. I was a Shark girl. As white as I am I'm not sure how I got the part of a Shark but maybe it was because I could dance. I certainly can't sing even though I do have an ear for music, and enough of an ear to know I can't sing. I just pretended to sing.
Well after the last show was over I got booted out of the Little Theater because I got drunk. There were these girls that befriended me who went to Catholic girl's school. If anyone knew how to misbehave it was the girls from Catholic girls school. They taught me to both drink and smoke. The smoking stuck but the drinking didn't, I'm sorry to say. The reason I'm sorry is because it is hell to live down here in Louisiana and not drink. Everyone down here in Louisiana drinks and do you realize how hard it is to have to listen to everyone slur their words and repeat themselves a dozen times and be the only one in the group who recognizes it? I did try to pick up the habit all through college but after about three drinks, I was in the bathroom selling buicks. That got old real quick.
Well they caught us all drunk after our last performance and we were asked never to return to the Little Theater. Sorry mom, no culture here. I'm really surprised I survived the experience now. We were up on a water tower with a half a bottle of vodka in us, doing flips on the water tank. I shutter to think of it today. Now, no matter what I'm doing, I'm always looking for a soft place to land. Just thinking about the crazy things I did as a kid can break one of my ribs now.