Why go home? (pearl jam)

Oh my goodness...still cracking me up...

So I was dating this Eddie Veder look-a-like (while I was in college)who played guitar, and could ski behind the boat on a surf board...and he let me drive the boat while he surfed!

He was so neat, and funny in that he was majoring in art and moonlighting as an airbrush t-shirt artist at the Sevierville WalMart in the summer while everyone was away for summer break.

Anyway, he would come pick me up in Knoxville, and we'd go out in the old city, and so forth...

One night he shows up to pick me up...with TWO other GIRLS with him...WHAT???

Okay, we've kissed and HE had been taking ME out...nothing STAG about it....

Anyway, I said I wouldn't go, and he begged me to go...which doesn't matter because it was STUPID of me to go...

We head down to the old city, and we are sitting at the mexican place, and I'm acting the immature, entitled, spoiled, nasty chick that I am...was...I mean...

Then I spot 'em...My saviour's du jour... The Two Todds!

They played football for UT Chatt and were in town for the summer, and had just walked into my nightmare... I walk over and say "help me", and proceed to tell them the story...after they stop laughing, and stop giving me a hard time for going...they said I could run around with them for the rest of the night, and they'd take me home.

I go over to my little grunge/surfer/pearljam/long hair/guitar playing/lake surfing/menage a' whatever, and said I'd be leaving with my version of "bring-two-guests-on-our-date".

We had a blast because they are 2 of the biggest smart alecs in East Tennessee, and it wasn't long before I forgot my troubles and just had a good time hanging out with my buddies.

..I can't remember, but I don't think me and eddie vedder out again...

The two Todds are alive and well, and living in East Tennessee...I like knowing that they're close by...just in case...

Camaro (kings of leon)

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...