We had far more guy friends than we ever did girls. I'm not sure why, but we just seemed to get along with guys better. The only other girl that we actually hung out with was Rachel. Don't get me wrong, we had other girl friends (Hi Carolyn), but as far as running around, it was mostly with guys.
I'm not going to name said guys, because I think they're all married to crazy women by now, and even though nothing "like that" was going down, crazies tend to not believe you. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Most nights we would throw on our comfy/old jeans, a hoodie and our hair would be pulled up in a ponytail or braid. (Sans makeup, I know, taboo). Actually, our hair was usually in some kind of loopy, swirled knot that had pieces sticking everywhere, but let's not get nit-picky. Our guy friends didn't seem to mind. Afterall, we were teenagers. You know, skin as smooth as a baby's ass and all that jazz. Honestly, I don't think guys, especially teenage boys, really care about all of that. Most of them can't even tell the difference in makeup or not, let alone put that much thought and effort into it. And that only gets amplified when it's just a friend of theirs.
But on other nights we would look fairly descent. We would straighten our hair (Mo's is already pretty straight naturally, so she just blew dry hers) or we would curl our hair up (with that awful Dollar Store gel that was oh so popular), which was much easier considering I look like the Lion King on most occasions. We would do our makeup and put on a much cuter tshirt than usual. In the summer, perhaps even a spaghetti strap (Then immediately stole a guy friends Carhartt or hoodie). And for us, that was fancy.
We would walk out of the house and hop into the truck (or car) looking like this:
Trust me when I say that we thought that we were hot shit. Mostly Mo, because I've just never seen myself as an attractive kind of person. I would shrink behind in the background. But she was very much front and center and loved it. That's probably why we've gotten along and been friends for so many years; because our personalities are incredibly similar and completely different all at once.
And we would hang out and party and have a good time. Ride around, play games (Who wants to turn the headlights out and drive by moonlight in the middle of nowhere? We did.) We always managed to leave when it was dark out, I'm not really sure why, but I assume that it had something to do with the whole wanting to stay incognito thing. Not that we were necessarily doing anything bad, but we still didn't want anybody to know where we were or what we were doing.
Remember those seemingly normal/descent looking girls from around 9:00 pm? Yeah, this is them between 2:00 and 3:00 am:
It's a wonder that we had other friends besides each other. Then again, we were the most normal looking/acting ones at that point, so really what can they say? We did have one friend that we hung out with the most (who shall remain nameless), and he was always kind of mellow. I don't think that he was ever in any other mood besides- chill. Except maybe when we were driving in the dark and hiding in the woods from his psychotic/questionable girlfriend. Don't ask.
Before I go, let me tell you how one of our nights went, then maybe you'll understand why we looked so crazy hours into it. We were in a small car with Mo, me, "Chief" and the owner/driver in the front, with two dudes in the back. Mind you, this was a stick shift, so fitting four into the front of this tiny car was a chore within itself and the guys in the back weren't exactly small. (Why one of us just didn't get into the back evening it out is beyond me). We're going down the road and next thing you know, we're in a field. Doing doughnuts. And then this happened:
Chief: You know, the last time we did this we hit a tree.
**crack boom jerk smash (everyone flies to the passenger side of the car)**
Chief: Yep. We hit a damn tree.
Oh, the lives of a couple of crazy kids. Happy Flashback Friday!! TGIF!!
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