The year is 1998. I have just finished my freshman year in highschool. It's summer vacation.
Every year, St. Edward's Catholic Church holds a carnival. The sisters plan for weeks and weeks to have amusement rides, food vendors, games, balloon artists, and lots of other fun carnival things. Everyone looks forward to going. It's fun.
This particular year, however, was not so fun. The evening started out great, but quickly went south.
My friends and I arrived at the carnival ready to have some fun. We were all wearing our "cool" clothes, ready to try to pick up on some ladies. I hadn't eaten all day, and was ready for some greasy carnival food. We headed off toward the food area, where I purchased a hot dog. Before I could take a bite, though, someone called me.
"Hey, Steve-o!" I turned to see Eric, the older brother of my good friend, Kevin. "Hey guys, let's go back to the parking lot. There's something in my car I want to show you." We trodded back the parking lot, hot dogs in tow. Eric opened his trunk to reveal several bottles of vodka, and a few cartons of orange juice in an ice chest. As we 14 and 15 year old boys gazed incredulously at the alcohol, we heard giggling come from behind us.
Since the beginning of the year, I'd had my eye on a certain girl. A sophomore, named Tiffany. She was tall for a girl of her age, 5'6, and weighed 110 lbs. She had brown hair, green eyes, a beautiful smile, and a thin body with the right curves in the right places.
We invited the group of giggling girls to the car, where we all enjoyed our illegal screwdrivers. After some minutes, I remembered I was starving, and quickly ate my hot dog, washed down by another screwdriver. Tiffany then mentioned to me how she was frightened of heights, and couldn't go on the Ferris wheel.... getting the hint, I told her I would take her.
She and I took a last drink, then headed off for the ferris wheel. I spent my last four dollars on tickets, and we climbed into the rickety little basket. The wheel creaked, then began to spin. We were wisked rearward and upward into the cool night air. We could see lights for miles around. We sat in an awkward silence for two revolutions, until I noticed that I had taken her hand. I didn't remember the act of placing my hand over hers, but she did, and smiled.
I looked down below, and saw my friends all standing around making pelvic thrusts and kissey faces.
I became a little bolder. I leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. She then whispered something into my ear. It was entirely unkown to me what she said, but I pretended to understand and smiled back. She then proceeded to kiss me on the mouth.
We did this for another revolution of the large, creaky wheel, when she surprised me. "Close your eyes." Unsure, yet excited, of what would happen next, I obeyed. She kissed me again, but slightly different. I had heard of 'French kissing', but had never experienced it. Now I had! It was wierd, but kind of fun. Then, disaster.
The motion of the wobbly Ferris wheel, my eyes being closed, the vodka, and the sudden introduction of nameless and unkown meats and pig organs introduced into my stomach was not a good combination. I felt funny, but ignored it, choosing to focus on other, mroe interesting events taking place. A bad choice.
I heaved, but only slightly. I felt the burning sensation coming up my throat. I opened my eyes.I tried to swallow it down, and was successful. Mostly. A tiny of bit of acidic liquid rose up my throat and into the back of my mouth. Suddenly, her eyes opened, and I looked into her pretty green eyes. They were wide with disgust. She jumped backward, spitting and gagging. I knew what had happened, and so did she.
Our ride ended, Tiffany still spitting and gagging. She slapped me, then marched off to join her friends. She never spoke to me again. My friends never let me live it down, and for the remainder of the summer, I stayed away from alcohol and women.
[It's a true story]
Every year, St. Edward's Catholic Church holds a carnival. The sisters plan for weeks and weeks to have amusement rides, food vendors, games, balloon artists, and lots of other fun carnival things. Everyone looks forward to going. It's fun.
This particular year, however, was not so fun. The evening started out great, but quickly went south.
My friends and I arrived at the carnival ready to have some fun. We were all wearing our "cool" clothes, ready to try to pick up on some ladies. I hadn't eaten all day, and was ready for some greasy carnival food. We headed off toward the food area, where I purchased a hot dog. Before I could take a bite, though, someone called me.
"Hey, Steve-o!" I turned to see Eric, the older brother of my good friend, Kevin. "Hey guys, let's go back to the parking lot. There's something in my car I want to show you." We trodded back the parking lot, hot dogs in tow. Eric opened his trunk to reveal several bottles of vodka, and a few cartons of orange juice in an ice chest. As we 14 and 15 year old boys gazed incredulously at the alcohol, we heard giggling come from behind us.
Since the beginning of the year, I'd had my eye on a certain girl. A sophomore, named Tiffany. She was tall for a girl of her age, 5'6, and weighed 110 lbs. She had brown hair, green eyes, a beautiful smile, and a thin body with the right curves in the right places.
We invited the group of giggling girls to the car, where we all enjoyed our illegal screwdrivers. After some minutes, I remembered I was starving, and quickly ate my hot dog, washed down by another screwdriver. Tiffany then mentioned to me how she was frightened of heights, and couldn't go on the Ferris wheel.... getting the hint, I told her I would take her.
She and I took a last drink, then headed off for the ferris wheel. I spent my last four dollars on tickets, and we climbed into the rickety little basket. The wheel creaked, then began to spin. We were wisked rearward and upward into the cool night air. We could see lights for miles around. We sat in an awkward silence for two revolutions, until I noticed that I had taken her hand. I didn't remember the act of placing my hand over hers, but she did, and smiled.
I looked down below, and saw my friends all standing around making pelvic thrusts and kissey faces.
I became a little bolder. I leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. She then whispered something into my ear. It was entirely unkown to me what she said, but I pretended to understand and smiled back. She then proceeded to kiss me on the mouth.
We did this for another revolution of the large, creaky wheel, when she surprised me. "Close your eyes." Unsure, yet excited, of what would happen next, I obeyed. She kissed me again, but slightly different. I had heard of 'French kissing', but had never experienced it. Now I had! It was wierd, but kind of fun. Then, disaster.
The motion of the wobbly Ferris wheel, my eyes being closed, the vodka, and the sudden introduction of nameless and unkown meats and pig organs introduced into my stomach was not a good combination. I felt funny, but ignored it, choosing to focus on other, mroe interesting events taking place. A bad choice.
I heaved, but only slightly. I felt the burning sensation coming up my throat. I opened my eyes.I tried to swallow it down, and was successful. Mostly. A tiny of bit of acidic liquid rose up my throat and into the back of my mouth. Suddenly, her eyes opened, and I looked into her pretty green eyes. They were wide with disgust. She jumped backward, spitting and gagging. I knew what had happened, and so did she.
Our ride ended, Tiffany still spitting and gagging. She slapped me, then marched off to join her friends. She never spoke to me again. My friends never let me live it down, and for the remainder of the summer, I stayed away from alcohol and women.
[It's a true story]
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