Throwing In The Towel

Not on my blog. But on NaBloPoMoShmo. It did me in. With my mom visiting this weekend and helping me with final condo preparations, I just couldn't find the time to post. AND I took a ton of pictures that will be posted tomorrow (even the green! toaster!)

I will not, however, be throwing in the towel on the questions you guys asked me.

Today's is from Princess Extraordinaire:
Where were you when you had your first kiss and who was it with?

I'm going to move right along to my first real kiss. What I mean by that is, those little awkward pecks when I was in elementary school don't count because a.) I don't really remember them and b.) We didn't really even know it was supposed to be romantic then.

Moving on. I was 15 years old. It was the summer after my freshman year in high school. A friend of mine (I will call him Spence) and I had been hanging out quite a bit together. It started off with a group of us and then it would always pair down to just the two of us alone on a Saturday afternoon.

For my birthday he made me a mix CD and picked out all the green M&Ms from about 12 bags (they were my favorite, don't ask). He handmade me a birthday card signed Your Friend*, Spence. The asterisk? Yeah, I got butterflies.

He officially "asked me out" on July 3, 1997. I was his girlfriend, SQUEE! He asked me to come over to his house the following night and watch a movie. Neither of us had a license yet so his mom came and picked me up. The kiss actually happened on the ride home. Yes, his mother was in the car. HA.

I had braces at that point in my life. I was freaking out about them. Will they get in the way? Do I have food stuck in them or something? Yeah I was a nervous wreck. But he leaned over and laid one right on me. No tongue, but man what a kiss! I got out of the car and as I was walking to the front door it felt like I was walking on air. I know that sounds so cliche and corny, but I SWEAR that's what it felt like.

Also, I remember being SO nervous that my dad would be able to tell I had been kissed. Like there was some evidence plastered all over my face. In reality there was just a huge smile on the face of a girl in major lust. Sigh.

Flashback Friday - 7 Years (or so)

Hey it's Friday - which means it's Photo Friday. And I'm glad for that because really? notime i'mSUPERstressed andbarelyhadalunchbreak.

you can click for a larger image (sorry in advance - my scanner sucks!)

Woo! Look how tan I am!

I can't remember exactly when this picture was taken. Maybe one of my friends will tell me later. I think either the summer before or the summer after my freshman year in college. So 2000/2001ish. Give or take a chunk of my memory. Yeah it runs away sometimes.

Moving on. These people are some of my bestests. Hopefully they won't be mad at me for posting this, but I digress. Several of them are married. Their weddings, beautiful. I miss them all dearly. They're spread out across the country (my friend Nate moved to Hollywood even!), but through the wonders of facebook/myspace I keep in touch with a few of them still. Jenn (in the green tank) and I call each other a few times a week. She moved out to Columbus for a few years but then back to Erie for a job. I tell her all the time to move back. I miss her!

I get sad when I look at this sometimes (it's in my office still in the same frame I got it in for a birthday present from Kristy & Lisa), but mostly just sad because I miss them. Sad that I spent the majority of my high school years frolicking with a boy who in the long run meant nothing. That is one of the very few regrets I have. Hold on to your friends and cherish the time you can spend with them. Because soon you'll all be off and married, with kids of your own wishing you could go back to those days of slumber parties, bonfires, and underage drinking. Oh the memories.