For the first time in years I am off this weekend. Tripping my happy little way to a few old and dear friends and down memory lane where some memories are probably better left where they are, dead and buried. Of course this will stop none of us. I have no doubt old times will be bought back to life, accompanied by the shrieking and laughing as only a bunch of females can do. We where basically dangerously fearless back then and I doubt any of us have changed except for the fact we don’t have to have excuses ready if we get busted. Sometimes it’s good to be a grown up. All the attitude but now with the added bonus of what ever we do being ‘seen’ as allowable behaviour. Anyone hearing warning bells yet?
I had the questionable joy of being a teenager in the early eighties. What a fun time that was, everything was scary, the hair, the clothes, the make up, more so on the guys in the later case, but some of the music seriously rocked. You could still have fun. Having fun was a sport we excelled at. As well as the sneak, as in sneaking out, sneaking booze, sneaking smokes, sneaking off, sneaking answers in tests, sneaking into friends houses when the parents weren’t there, sneaking over to the wog shop for the greasiest potatoe scallop in the universe, sneaking feel ups in class with your current flame and just general every day sneaking. You could creep out of the house in the middle of the night and go and meet up with friends without fear of evil, everyone could have a drink and it didn’t mean you would end up getting hit with a date rape drug, sit in a park or school oval in the middle of the night and have your own party if you wanted to, meet up in the holidays at a local swimming spot and have your own picnic and not one parent knowing where the hell you where, going to the local public pool and trying not to get caught doing obscene things to your latest love in the pool, and generally lots of fun was had by all. Of course if my own daughter tries half the crap I did, she will be grounded until she is thirty.
Why? Because I am the mum. That’s why.
Now this weekend is something we are really looking forward to, to catch up on old times, gossip just like we did in the good old days and of course try and make up for the ‘cough’ years we haven’t seen each other together. This is where I sit back and smile. I know what we were like back then, I have little doubt very much has changed. I am glad it is a small group to begin with. As a larger group meeting up for the first time could have some of us seriously disturbing a few of the more timid in the group. Naturally being the mature persons we have all developed into you can be sure some thought will be given to behaving oneself. That will probably be about as far as it gets but at least we will think about it. One of the first things discussed will be a possible Christmas gathering. Probably with a larger number of persons, then there is the new year bash, the back to school bash, the Easter bash, and of course the day ending in ‘y’ bash among others.
Yes, in spite of the shy, mature, retiring little things that we are, probable future events are definitely on the horizon. But what possible trouble could a bunch of forty-something's like us get up to? I mean really, we are now all mature. And stuff.
