My Sophomore year in college an old high school boyfriend called me up to go out. Well, my bff & I, at the time, were inseparable, so we I said he shoulg bring a friend for her...
They show up to pick us up, and they are driving like...a firebird or Camaro or one of those that I don't think had a back seat...
So they guys said they would sit in the front and crammed us in what was basically the trunk.
I can't believe I went!!!
While we're on the road they said "After the movie we are all going to a frat party, and we are all spending the night there, and we'll bring you back in the morning" HA HA HA HA HA!!! I don't think so...
If my friends in college knew anything about me it is that I do not do Greek stuff, no frat parties...I have only went to what could loosely be described as a 1 frat party...it was my cousins frat house,which has now been raised...I think I went to the demolition party or something...
(**I have nothing against fraternities or sororities)
So we go see Bram Stoker's Dracula...I excuse myself about 20 minutes in and do the payphone thing (because I'm ancient and we didn't really own cell phones back then). I call Garret Stokes who was one of my buds, and I think the quarterback or wide receiver or something for our football team...
He says he's on his way...my saviour...
We are watching the movie when I feel Garret sit down next to me...RELIEF!
After the movie...I introduce him to the poor ole dudes/kidnappers who are 1/2 his size...and then I punctuated the situation by announcing that we were leaving with him, and would not be able to make it to that frat party...
Gallantry is not dead...or it wasn't in 1995...It may have died in the last 14 years tho...
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I agree with most of that,but it wasn't a frat party. Told Rachael the story just the other day. Pretty sure it was late 1992 though. It was a Camaro and the back seat was small, but now that I am thinking about this..........
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