Highschool Nostalgia

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was a good day filled with good friends and involves 3 stories.

NUMERO UN:

I met up with HD and Becky to visit our old highschool. We were very popular because we're older women now.

ANYWAY,

whilst walking down the halls, I see some guy wearing your classic Ed Hardy ANGRY TIGER backpack. I start yelling "EDHARRDDDDYYYYYY" because I am rude and annoying.

As we go to pass the guy and his friend, I hear them mumbling stuff, and assume they're bitching about me, so I just walk by. (Typical Larissa, start shit and don't finish it!)

Apparently the guy is saying how he thinks I'm "a babe" and yells at me "WHAT GRADE ARE YOU IN?"

"I'm not in highschool, kid."

"How old are you?"

"20."

"Well I'm almost graduated!"

"Oh, really? I'm into that! Lets meet up!"

Its a wonder high schools don't put up posters warning their students of my sexual harrassment.

NUMBER DEUX:

Becky, HD, and I go to the old "Pit," which is just a below grown stairwell where everyone used to smoke in highschool. They light up a cigar for old time's sake, as I bitch hypocritically about them smoking.

For some reason Becky picks me up at this point, and I employ the PINCHING KOALA technique and wrap my legs around her waist so she won't drop me.

She tries to shake me off by jumping and I finally let go. Since I love being picked up so much I'm giggling and I say PICK ME UP AGAIN.

Becky declines, probably due to the koala-pinching.

Becky says "No, but damn Larissa, you'd be fun to bang."

LOLOLOL.

Man walking down the street: definitely within earshot.

NEXT STORY:

As we're driving to drop HD off at work, I roll down all the windows and put on DON'T STOP ME NOW by Queen, pretty much the party anthem of our highschool days. Becky and I especially know how to do this theatrically, and have hand motions and head snaps at the proper times.

We're stopped at a stop light but most people have their windows closed, it seems, since it's still a little chilly outside. NO MATTER THEN, we keep singing our hearts out.

After about 30 seconds of waiting, I look to my left, where a car is waiting, all windows rolled down, 4 people packed in.

And they're looking at us.

And they're bobbing their heads.

Still singing, I turn my head back towards the front of the car, and without looking down, slowly roll all our windows up.

FIRST PERFORMANCE IS FREE; next ones you gotta pay for.

I also bought ridiculously painful blue high heeled shoes. For shame.