Graduation

Pearl posted about high school graduation today and I told this story in her comment section. It's interesting enough for you all to read but go to her site too. She never lets me down and always brings the funny to her post about everyday situations. Like me, it only takes the smallest thing for her to connect back to a story from her life. That's a special kind of warped brain that I appreciate. I so want to write a sitcom with this woman.

It's like New Year's Eve. Too much anticipation. Never as good as you think it will be. I got lucky.

We had our grad party in a huge field on the farm belonging to the family of one of our grads. Huge barn, huge burgers, byob.

My buddy was worried when he couldn't find his gf so we climbed a huge (that word again) rectangular stack of hay bails that were probably 8 bails high and 30 bails long. We thought we could have a better vantage point to see around the whole field to find her. Our weight on the wobbly stack caused one corner to fall. As bails fell behind us we ran across the top of that stack like we were on the top of an exploding airship in a movie about the Hindenburg. Finally the flow caught up with us and we crashed on top of the falling wall of bails totally unhurt and laughing our asses off.

We felt so guilty that we asked for the use of the large wheelbarrow so we could go around collecting beer cans for the farmer. It was great. We could go around schmoozing with everyone and get some of the bad karma taken off our record. The farmer was pissed the next day when he had to restack all those bails but never knew we were the ones responsible.