i told myself not to get sucked in. what happens? i get sucked in.
never. i never intended to waste my time taking those stupid quizzes on facebook. but a cinderella and a center of attention hog later... i am here wasting a bit more time blogging about the aftermath. yet, i don't regret it. it made me think, it made me rewind time. i'm not a kid anymore. o but how i like to go back sometimes.
a good thrift store find occupied a whole night. laura, my bff. we found a $.75 set of walkie talkie head sets and decided to crash a party with them. so we put on our best camo gear. and i don't know if you know me, you probably don't... but i am erica wright and i have camo. lots and lots of camo. i am not even that big of a fan anymore... but i just can't seem to kick the habit. its like a facebook quiz i guess.
where was i? yes, crashing parties with our totally awesome spy gear. when we got out of the car we did not walk up to the party. we were running and ducking behind bushes and cars till the coast was clear. we were also just plain stupid. that was us. i think we were even da-da da-da da-da da-da dum dum... that was a poor excuse for a spy song, but that was the sound track to that night. we tumbled with forward rolls through the door and went all around the house with on a scavenger hunt to see who could find the objects first. like i said, we were just plain stupid. i am not sure anyone wanted us there. laura and i usually had a could of eye balls rolled in our presence... but that did not stop us. and the best part of all this was is the fact that we were 100% sober. apparently one who wears cool spy gear doesn't need alcohol or drugs for a good time.
so yea... i hadn't thought about that for years till that dr. phill quiz. not going to punish myself for getting vacuumed into the madness this time. but i don't want to make it a habit.