*~Memories~*
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*~Memories~*
Azriel | Tuesday, January 23, 2001 - 07:12 pm  I realize now just how lucky I was that something worse did not happen. I was so naive and stupid when I was young. The little world around me was good and I just didn't conceive of anything bad ever happening to me. |
Azriel | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 06:24 pm  When I was about 6 years old, I remember going to the neighborhood supermarket with my mom in Houston. I was a typical little kid. When we passed the water fountain in the back corner of the store, I suddenly became thirsty and had to have a drink. My mom was leaned over the meatcase, and I just scooted on over to the waterfountain and started to get a drink. I was startled by a man behind me. He said in a scolding voice, 'Don't touch that! That water fountain isn't for you!' I thought I was in trouble and I got little tears in my eyes and started looking around for my mom. The man leaned down and looked at me with a smile on his face and said, 'Honey, that's the colored folks water fountain. It's not for sweet little white girls like you.' I told him I couldn't reach the other one and he tried to lift me up to it, but I was still upset and scared of him and I squirmed away and ran to my mom. That scene made a big impression on my mind. I look back and think of that water fountain, short enough for a 6 year old to reach, and think that a grown person would have had to stoop practically to their knees to drink out of it. |
Ocean_Islands | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 06:39 pm  God I can hardly relate to that story. There were no colored fountains where I grew up. Recent events reminded me of something that happened to me during my first 'official' job out of college. I was living in Evanston Illinois, where I had gone to college at Northwestern University. Every morning I took the "Evanston Express" into the Loop to work; the ride took thirty minutes and there were no stops. On my way to the station, I bought a chocolate croissant, because I had recently been to Montreal and had had a delicious one up there, so I wanted to re-live that. Anyway, I ate it on the train. Twenty five minutes into the ride, as the train was approaching downtown, I suddenly felt awful, like I was suffocating. I stepped out of the back door to ride between the trains to get some fresh air, and felt better. After I had gotten into work, I sat down with my coffee. I felt awful. Then all within a couple seconds, I puked, right at my desk! As a grown 'adult', wearing a tie and sitting at my official work desk, I was mortified and, thankfully, not only was I the only one in the office (I had come in early), but I still had the paper bag that the chocolate croissant had come in, otherwise I would have puked all over my desk! yuk. Then I went running to the bathroom down the hallway, and I washed my face and my beard and then went back and sat down at my desk to work! lol Then a woman came by to say hello (she was the computer operator), and she said, "God you look awful!" lol p.s. there was definitely something wrong with that croissant. |
Juju2bigdog | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 07:07 pm  LOL, Ocean, I am beginning to see a pattern here <Juju2bigdog races off and pukes in bushes>
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Spamgirl | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 07:38 pm  Grade 1... I was the Skunk Queen of the Animals in our class production of Snow White... last rehersal, full costumes, i upchuck on the chick beside me... it was ok, though - 'cuz I no longer got told that *I* smelled like a skunk, she did. That's my vomit story... the only one |
Azriel | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 09:06 pm  Ewww it's turned into a vomit thread! Guru, I need a cleanup on this thread! |
Misslibra | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 10:57 pm  Memories, which I call the good ole days !! I remember when I use to spend the night at my friends house, and we would sneak out at night after everyone was a sleep. Well one night my friends mother woke up before we got back in the house she had called the police, and everyone was looking for us. We had went over to some boys house. At that time we were really boy crazy ! Needless to say we got in a world of trouble. My friends mother told the police to take us to jail, of course the police wasn't going to take us to jail. But they took out the hand cuffs and act like they were. She said it to scare us shitless, and it worked, we both pissed in our pants when we thought we would be getting a police record. We never did that again. We started something new, tell your Mom your staying at one friends house when your really not there, but instead we would go out to parties and dances, even went to a few bars. Yeah we were wild, but I was still a virgin, can't say the same for my friend ... hehehe  |
Guruchaz | Friday, January 26, 2001 - 11:17 pm  LOL ML! It sounds like you experienced the same sort of scare as I did with my adolescent X-Rated Drive In story.  |
Azriel | Sunday, January 28, 2001 - 10:56 am  Oh,I have an X-rated movie story!!! My parents had gone out of town and my older brothers were in charge of looking out for me. I was 13 years old and my oldest brother, Jim, was 17. One of Jim's friends, David, had been wanting to go out with me, but my daddy wouldn't allow me to date yet. Jim decided that it would be okay for me to go out if he was along to chaperone. We went in David's car and Jim and his date were in the backseat. They all decided that they wanted to try and get into the X-rated drive-in.(Jim was such a responsible chaperone ) They looked older and were able to get in before and they thought I would be able to pass for 18, too. (I was a very well-developed 13 year old.) The guy at the ticket booth either thought I looked old enough, or just didn't care cuz we got in. At 13, I was very naive about sex to say the least. When they showed the first explicit scene, I was shocked and exclaimed, 'OH MY GOSH!' I felt David's hand clamp over my mouth and he pleaded with me to be quiet. I guess I didn't realize just how loudly I said it. People in cars all around us were staring at me. I spent the rest of the movie hunkered down in the seat with a red face and my hands over my eyes. Ummm...I did peek, though.  |
Elitist | Sunday, January 28, 2001 - 04:58 pm  I remember the "white" and "colored" fountains when I was growing up. The water tasted the same to me. On the farm where I grew up we had a tin building about 10X12 that I always wanted to move into with my grandpa. I didn't realize what it really was then, but it was actually a dirt floored shack where the black migrant workers were housed when it was time to bring in the cotton crops they used to farm. And in the mid 1980s we lived in a small community near Shiner, Texas. A coworker and I took off one afternoon to hit the Shiner brewery for a few free beers, then we went to a really small town (Millican I think) where we played pool in a really old place. The guy went out back to the bathroom then told me I should go to and look above the door on the way back in. The sign above the door in the back said "No Coloreds Allowed". Needless to say we left promptly. |
Azriel | Thursday, February 01, 2001 - 01:04 am  I've never been a happy lil camper. When I was growing up, almost all of our family vacations involved camping. I remember one vacation we took to the mountains in Arkansas. I was 12 years old. Daddy piled all 6 of us kids into the Rambler station wagon and off we went, with my uncle's pop-up camper in tow. We stayed at a campground on the White River. It was a beautiful place. There wasn't enough room for everyone in the popup camper. It was decided that mom, daddy and my little brother and sister would stay in the camper and my 3 older brothers and I would stay in an old tent that daddy put up. This was not acceptable to me. I was NOT sleeping on the ground. I told daddy I was afraid of bugs and snakes getting in the tent and begged him to let me sleep in the camper. Daddy reluctantly gave up his spot in the camper for me. Mom was not happy. My brothers called me a big whiney baby and complained that I always get my way. (umm..yes, I usually did ) That night, snuggled in my comfy bed in the camper I heard a lot of commotion and screaming coming from the tent. All of my brothers were gathered outside the camper and my daddy emerged from the tent holding a HUGE dead snake. My brothers spent the night in the Rambler. ~snicker~ bunch of big babies  |
Juju2bigdog | Thursday, February 01, 2001 - 06:11 am  Cute one, Az. My family started camping when I was about fourteen. I guess we couldn't afford vacations up to that time. Or maybe that was the first time they could be sure my younger brother and I would not kill each other in the back seat if we were in the car for more than an hour. We never went far (from central Illinois), just Indiana, Wisconsin, Missouri, but is sure was fun. We had a pretty big tent and Mother, Father and three kids slept in the tent. Tent had a zipper and floor, so we never got any snakes, but it sounds like a lot of fun. Our biggest excitement was wondering whose air mattress would deflate during the night. zzzzzzzzz.
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Azriel | Saturday, February 03, 2001 - 02:35 pm  This summer, I went to New Orleans and Houston, with a friend I met on the net from Holland. It was the best vacation! It was his first trip to the states and it was cool to see his first impressions of our country. We spent 10 days in New Orleans and I didn't want to leave. If you've never been to New Orleans, you should try to go there. It is such an interesting city. We stayed at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel. It's right on Bourbon Street in the French Quarter. It is right behind Jackson Square and we were in walking distance or a short cablecar ride away from everything we wanted to see. The Haunted History Tours were fantastic. We took the Vampire and Voodoo/Cemetery tours. The guides on the Vampire tour were great actors and they related a lot of the history of the city as they led us through dark streets and scared us with spooky stories. Bourbon Street is like a giant street party every night all year long. The music, the food and the people were all unique and memorable. The French Quarter is filled with unusual little shops. It was fun just to window shop through the antique and specialty stores. There are museums, art galleries and even a Harrah's Casino. Just thinking about it makes me want to go back. I'd recommend it as a fun and exciting vacation for anyone. |
Azriel | Sunday, February 04, 2001 - 01:25 pm  Have you seen David Letterman's 'Brush with Greatness' segment on his show? I've had a few brushes, so I'll tell you about them. First, I grew up in the same neighborhood with Patrick Swayze. His brother Donnie was my age and we were friends. I remember Donnie and I going to the high school to see Patrick in a production of 'Carousel'. My older brother was also in the orchestra playing for the show so we decided to go watch them together. You could tell even back then that Patrick had that 'something extra' and that he was destined to be a star. Donnie also went into acting which I think is pretty cool. My second brush was in high school. A group of my friends went to a meeting at the Rice Hotel in Houston. We were wondering around just looking at the hotel because it was a really beautiful place and we came into a room that was right behind the ballroom. There was some commotion going on and we saw that Doc Severinson the band leader from the Johnny Carson show had just walked in the door. He was playing in the ballroom that night and they had set up a curtain screen behind the ballroom for him to change in before he went on stage. This was the biggest 'star' I'd ever been close to so it was exciting to see him. One of my girlfriend's pointed out that we could probably get a peek at him if we went to the far side of the curtain screen where noone could see us. All four of us slipped behind the screen and my friend parted the curtains slightly, just in time for us all to get a nice shot of Doc's bvds as he was in the process of changing pants. Our gasps and giggles got us an escorted trip out of the room by the security guards. |
Elitist | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 09:57 am  OK here is my New Orleans story - please buckle your seat belts. I was living in Baton Rouge - where I met my wife and we got married. I was still freshly out of grad school, and my friends were scattered all over the country. Well we decided they should come in a couple of days early for my bachelor party, and have it on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Two of my buddies showed up about noon at my place of work and told me it was time to start. Didn't even have time for lunch, they packed me in the car and we took off for the hour drive to New Orleans. On the way down, our instigator said we had to stop at a gas station to pick up some beer (there was no open container law in the state at that time). He stopped and said we needed several sick packs - I told him we just needed one beer each, we could stop again for more. So he goes in and comes out with one beer - a quart of malt liquor for each of us. Had to admire the guy. So we drink these on the way down, the other guy, kinda small, only finished half of his and so I drank the rest of it. Stopped at the airport and picked up another friend, then went to Pat O'Briens to wait for the rest of the crew. Still pretty early in evening. Kept drinking, but now we were on to the hard stuff. Most of the guys arrived, and as a souvenier we all signed a beer coaster. Then they decided to get a magnum of Hurricane, which they bring out in a huge glass, make you put a deposit on it, and give you a bunch of straws. About that time a large group of women come in and sit at the table next to us - we find out it is the Canadian Girls Choir in town for a concert. Lucky us. I do remember that one of them had some sort of food from that famous Chinese fast food place Takee-Outee that she couldn't eat, so they offered it to me. Since I hadn't eaten all day, I took a bite of it, decided it wasn't any good, so I ate the styrofoam plate it came on instead - much better tasting. Everyone was there now, so we all signed another coaster and ordered another Hurricane. I found a crack in the base of the glass and everyone was amazed I could function, much less do that. The choir sang us a couple of songs, and we were having a great time. Signed another coaster. Then I decided I had to go to the bathroom (I have a prodigious bladder - it was probably about 8 at this time and it was my first bathroom run). I stood up and knew I was in real trouble. A friend helped me into this tiny, tiny bathroom that I was sure I would never fit into and I did my business. We came back out and it was decided to move the part out into the street. This is the only time I can say I have been blind drunk. There was a guy on each side of me holding me up, walking down Bourbon Street. I couldn't or wouldn't see anything. They say a cop stopped them, but when they told him it was my bachelor party he let it slide - otherwise we would have been in the pokey. They tried to get me into a strip bar, but I knew there was no way. Some how we ended up at the Cafe DuMonde. Someone had the bright idea of feeding me coffee and beigneits (I doubt if I spelled that right). Big mistake - and not a pretty sight for the other people trying to eat. Apparently someone had gone for my car, because another guy dumped all the trash out of a trashcan so we could put the plastic bag in case I had an accident. All of a sudden my car pulls up to a screeching stop, they shove me in the back with the trash bag, another guy gets in the front passenger seat, and we are off. The driver has no idea where he is and is following someone else back to Baton Rouge. Well the guy in the first car decides speed limits do not apply to him, and cranks it up to 75 or 80 (this was when speed limits were still 55). My driver is trying to keep up when the passenger says he has to puke. The driver says there isn't any way he is going to slow down, to roll down the window and hold your head out. Well he does, but doesn't get the head out far enough, so now we have another problem to clean up when we get home. Somehow we make it to the apartment we were going to move into and that I was staying at. For some reason we had a puppy and it had been inside all day and had pooped everywhere. So after trying the porcelain god for everyone, about 7 or 8 guys sack out wherever possible, I think some of them with there face in dog shit - one of those type of night, you know. I found out later that my office mate had taken a wrong turn in New Orleans on the way back and had ended up on the Causeway - which has no way to turnaround - and ended up going about 100 miles out of his way. Then when he got close to home, there was a red light that was always green - I don't remember if I ever saw it go red while I was in Baton Rouge - that as he approached it went yellow then red (at 2 o'clock in the morning). He ran it and the cop was sitting there waiting. I had always heard of bachelor parties where they partied hard and got the groom wasted, but whenever I had gone to one the groom always seemed to wuss out and not drink - out of respect for the bride. Luckily my bride understood what was going to happen and thought it was funny, and I had a really memorable bachelor party - maybe not safe, or smart, or painless, but memorable. |
Elitist | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 09:59 am  Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. We still have the beer coasters. The first one you can read all the signatures. The second you can read about half the signatures. The third looks like a bunch of three year olds were trying to draw pictures of animals. We especially like to show this to the guy who said he wasn't even close to being inebriated. |
Guruchaz | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 03:09 pm  LOL! E the Party Animal! I told everyone in chat yesterday that I had met Reggie Jackson. What I didn't tell you was where. I went to a friend's bachelor party in Arlington (between Dallas and Ft. Worth). We started out at the huge hotel room all of us had reserved. We mingled, talked, and had a nice little bar setup with practically anything anyone wanted while we were waiting for the whole group to show. Our first stop was Joe's Crab Shack. I know we had a few toast shots, ate, and got real crazy. Half of us were making up songs and doing stupid dances that the waitresses seemed to start and egg on. We had a blast there and then we took off to the next destination. Fantasy Ranch. All I can say is that this is probably one of the classiest and most fun strip clubs in the area, especially for bachelor parties. The whole club is divided up into "fantasy rooms". In addition to the main stage, they had a nurse's station where you can get a "check up". There was a "game room". One of the rooms was a cage where we happened to take the groom. You basically step inside and get the semi-rough treatment with the cat-o-nine-tails from about 3 or 4 sexy women. It was a trip. Mike wasn't prone to wear underwear and as friends we all knew that. It was just one of those things. I'll never forget one girl gasping with a smile on her face when she reached her hand down the back of his pants. "He doesn't have any undies on!!" she screamed. That was hilarious! Anyway, after that was all over, most of them left that area to go to another area. Another friend of mine and I stayed seated and buzzed while talking to the girls inside. There's about 4 of us total in there now (not in the cage but outside in the spectator seats). In a flash, we see a small group of people come in and the door closes behind them. We were trying to figure out what was going on. All of a sudden I notice it's Reggie Jackson going into the cage with about 6 sexy women all over him. My friend and I almost shit. Needless to say, they had a lot of fun with him and we had fun watching it all. As he stepped out of the cage, I couldn't help but hold my hand up as he high-fived it. We talked for about 5 minutes and he signed a napkin and then they opened the doors to let everyone out. That was the coolest surprise that night! When we finally left, we popped open a bottle of champaign and made a final toast and then headed to Denny's for breakfast around 1:30AM. Now comes the "sickness" part. When we all sat down at our table, Mike said that he wasn't feeling well and asked that someone take him back to the hotel. One of our other friends drove him back while we ate and then came to pick us up about 45 min later. We were walking out to the van and all across the passenger side you could see it was covered in puke. He said that Mike had blew and do be careful. We were all laughing! From that night on, we always ask Mike if he would like a glass of Asti Spew-manti? We definitely wear that one out! LOL! |
Azriel | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 04:18 pm  Damn! More hurling in my thread! You guys cut it out!  |
Azriel | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 05:10 pm  When my daughters were babies, I lived in an old house that was built up on blocks. It had a large wooden deck on the front with no railings. I had a large picture window in my livingroom that looked out on the deck. The inside of the house had wood floors throughout. There was a large livingroom with very little furniture and a long hallway. My youngest daughter, April was 7 months old and she loved to scoot around the wood floors in one of those little round baby walkers with wheels. She could move pretty fast and she would squeal with delight scooting down the long hall. One day, I went into the bathroom for a minute, leaving Misty, my 2 year old watching cartoons in the livingroom with her sister who was in her walker. When I came out Misty was sitting there still watching cartoons. I didn't see April. I asked Misty where April was and she just shrugged at me like she didn't know. I walked down the hallway calling out April's name. I looked in all the bedrooms and even in the bathroom. Misty was following behind me the whole time echoing April's name each time I called it out. I could feel myself starting to panic, as I came back into the livingroom. I happened to look up at the picture window and there outside, on the deck, dangerously teetering and peering over the edge was April. My heart nearly stopped and I dashed out madly and snatched her up. Misty must have opened the door and let April scoot out and then shut the door behind her. I don't know why she would have gotten up and opened that door or how she did it so fast. I put a child-proof latch on the door that night and I never again left April in the walker unattended for even a few minutes. It only takes a few minutes for a tragedy to happen. |
Azriel | Saturday, February 10, 2001 - 08:46 am  Here is a redneck story for you. My sister and I both lived in a rural area of East Texas, about 50 miles away from each other, when our children were babies. I would spend every other weekend at my sister's house. One Sunday, she was taking me home and as we went down a long, dark, twisting road a deer came out in front of us suddenly. We saw it's face in the headlights right before we hit it. That was an awful sight. It was a large deer and my sister had been driving fast so there was a big impact. We had all our children in the car and everyone was upset. My sister and I were both crying. We got out of the car and checked the deer. It was dead. On the car, the right headlight and bumper were smashed and the hood of the car was bent. We got back in the car and sat there for about 20 minutes calming the babies down and getting our composure back. We had called my husband before we left out and he asked us when we arrived what took us so long to get home. I told him about hitting the deer and tears came to my eyes again just reliving the incident in my mind. My husband listened to the story and the first thing he asked me was not, 'Are you and the children okay or was anyone in the car hurt?' No, my redneck husband asks, 'What did you do with the deer?' I said, 'The deer was dead. There was nothing we could do for it.' He said,' You didn't pick it up and put it in the trunk? You just left it out there on the road for someone else to get?' Silly me, I let good roadkill go to waste.  |
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