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The Mercer Island Beach Club (enough said)

9 Aug

ImageThere are so many images/memories that come to my mind when i think of the Mercer Island Beach club. But there are two specific memories I am about to talk about (one now and another in a part two). I will go ahead and use code names so I don’t embarrass anyone. (Well one friend in particular…and after reading this they will be thankful i did so!) So as we got older our need to sneak out became more infrequent–because now we grew some brains and decided it’d just be easier to lie to our parents. We no longer had to pretend to be in bed by 11… because our parents all thought we were sleeping out. Walla–problem solved. So in one of our many nights out on the town we enjoyed spending it at our beloved “Beach Club”. Continue reading


A Casual ‘Booty Call’

12 Jul

In middle school my friends and I, as Miley put is so graciously,  ‘could not be tamed’. We loved the older boys and we would do whatever it would take to hang out with them. If that meant sneaking out of our house at 11 o‘clock, then so be it. If that meant bending the truth to another on AIM to get them to bicycle over, then I guess a little white lie never hurt anyone. Needless to say, we were rebels and we didn’t care what consequences it had.

Since my parents were deep sleepers and I had a door to the backyard next to my bedroom when we did sneak out (which was like every weekend) these festivities usually took place at my house. Once my parents said their goodnights and we heard their door close, thats when all the fun began. In all honestly, I sometimes think the build up to the sneak out was the best part. There’s so much planning to be done. And you have to make sure every detail is in place or it will screw your cover. For example you have to make the perfect pillow person under your covers. That way if your parents check on you in the middle of the night it just looks like your sound sleep. One thing I always did was walk around loudly upstairs so my parents knew for sure I was home, you know for a midnight snack. Then, I’d choose all dark close. Because you know–we had to be stealth. Once everything was in place and we had all of our shit together….off we went.

So sneaky–they’ll never know.

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