Rewriting History

My mom totally called me out earlier.  Thanks Facebook!

A girl I went to school with recently got on Facebook after 6 years.  It's probably been about 12 since I spoke to her last....Anyway, she decided to post some pictures from the big 8th grade dance from back in the day.  Much to my relief, I was in my less-awkward middle school phase at the time of this photo so I opted to not untag it.  Naturally, the photo struck up some conversation and at one point she declared that I used to throw the best parties back in the woods and that we all used to have some "good times."  No idea what she was talking about, but nonetheless I "liked" her comment and forgot about it....hey, I could pass for wood parties right?  I mean, my parents had woods, I sometimes threw parties at Halloween, I could totally pull that off....

So my mom complimented this photo of us earlier on the phone and inquired about these "wood parties."  I told her I had no idea what the girl was talking about but just decided to go with it.  If in her mind that may or may not have been altered by drugs over the years she has fond memories of our "wood parties" then why should I ruin them?  My mom began to question me on this subject like perhaps I had actually thrown wood parties.  REALLY?  And then I had a memory which scored me the upper hand.

On my 14th birthday, my mom took me and a couple of friends skating--the girl included that enjoyed my "wood parties."  After the skating party, mom took my friends home and this girl could not remember where she lived--like we drove around for quite some time and she couldn't find her house.  Finally, my mom dropped off the other friend that was with us AND LEFT THE GIRL AT THE OTHER FRIEND'S HOUSE...and for the record, they had just met that night.  I mean, the dad worked at the post office so I'm sure it was safe enough, but my point was.....Clearly, the girl who can't remember where she lived probably can't remember where she partied either. 

In conclusion, if anyone wants to give me any other cool things to be known for, I'll gladly pretend that I did throw the best wood parties or ride a unicorn to school every morning or whatever....it beats what I'm ACTUALLY known for-- clumsiness that defies all reason and logic, a short attention span, weird dreams, monkey shirts and that emu....actually, I'm proud of all those things...but either way, bring it on.  I can handle the maternal backlash :) (LOVE YOU MOM!)