i used to think kelly propt from down the street was the shit. my fondest memory of kelly was on a hot summer day when we were playing house in her basement. i really had to pee so i headed upstairs, she told me to meet her outside when i was done. i went out-back and saw her struggling to roll a large picnic cooler across the grass. i parked myself next to the cooler, watched her open it up and a rabid cat jumped out and franticly started running around in circles. she told me she found it a few days earlier and had been hiding it from her parents. in the cooler. for 3 days. if i liked cats i probably would have said something to her mom. instead i just let it go. she kept it for about 2 weeks before the thing bit her and ran off. she probably deserved it.
i think my best childhood memories were spent with emily, i’m starting to think it’s because she’s the only person who was equally as weird as I was at the ripe age of 6.
i used to make her play phantom of the opera with me. mind you, i had never seen the show, she had never seen the show, but we were OBSESSED. i of course ALWAYS played christine daae- she hated me for this. being cast as the role of christine meant i got to wear the better costume. i’m such a bitch.
i once made emily go ice skating with me. she lived on a few acres of land and her dad had built a man-made pool the summer before, it was a pretty sweet set-up. with the winter olympics being on i thought we should try figure skating. we didn’t actually have skates or parental supervision so we opted for the next best thing: her older brother’s rollerblades. being the badass that i am i stepped on to the ice first- falling through, gasping for air and becoming submerged in ice water. because i was wearing GIGANTIC rollerblades that when wet weighed in at about 10lbs each I was fucked. i couldn’t get out- it was the closest thing to a near-death experience i’ve had to date.
3 comments:
You are the Emily of my life.
I think a blog is in order about my top 5 most ridiculous maggie stories.
One of these days my proverbial rollerblades will be dragging me down in a proverbial lake, probably named Georges.
Wait. Maybe I read this wrong. I am the Emily of your life.
Oh well, all I know is Volpe's probably the cat.
Jussssssst kidding.
..i'm not.
kidding that is.
about volpe
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