My college confession was fun, so this week I'm going back to high school. I rarely got into trouble while still living at home. I was a responsible teenager. Okay so I had my moments, I drank and kissed boys. But in high school I also held down a part time job, was a summer time nanny, was an honor student, and got into a good college. My mischief was harmless teenage fun. But once, and only once, I was the girl who ruined things for everyone.

As you might recall I grew up in Lakeland, FL then moved to Vero Beach for high school. Our lame ass high school had no senior trip. But Lakeland, damn those kids knew how to party it up right. They went on a Senior Cruise to Me-Hee-Koe. And my BFF was planning on going. She was a straight A student and one of the exceptionally good kids, never in trouble, ever. So when she smiled real sweet and innocent and asked one of the trip sponsors if a friend who moved away, but knew a lot of the seniors, could tag along, they said yes. The hell? I KNOW!

Now, as an adult, I have no idea why we even imagined anyone would go along with this little scheme. But I distinctly remember plotting this entire trip with no question of if it would work just details of how. We planned for everything from getting permission from the sponsors to saving for the cost myself so my parents would go along with it all. Somehow, only Pete knows how, we pulled it off.

So, Spring Break of 1988 we headed off on the S.S. (shit ship) Veracruz to Mexico with a bunch of horny teenagers and a couple of high school coaches. A sign of things to come should have been that we missed the first morning's breakfast. It was breakfast, no one cared if we ate, right? See as soon as we hit the water the afternoon before everyone started to drink, then we hit some rough waters, and the S.S. Veracruz was a tiny ass boat. So when breakfast rolled around, we were tired and hung over and a bit sea sick. And it was just a meal, right? Well no. That is when the class reviewed emergency procedures and such. Uh huh, the and such? That would come back to bite us in the ass later.

I believe we stopped in Playa del Carmen and Cozumel. Our first stop was during the day and we shopped. My BFF? Her family is Cuban. We got some cute cheap ass jewelry thanks to her negotiating skills or her adorable big doe eyes. Either way, fun.

Our next stop was at night. We took a ferry boat to shore and hit the bars. There were other ships at port that night too. One of which also had a senior class. So there were tons of teens in the club we were dancing in. Boys were buying us drinks. And funny side note, us smart girls remembered the don't drink the water rule, so we didn't get any frufru drinks, we had rum and coke. How could that be bad? Hello smart girls, how do they make a rum and coke cold? With ice. What is ice made of? WATER! We didn't have any adverse affects from the drinks, on our stomachs anyway.

Being responsible young women, we listened to the nice man driving the ferry who told us that the ferry would leave for the ship every half hour and the last ferry would be at 1:30am. We decided we would head back for the 12:30 ferry. That way we would still have 2 more chances to catch a ferry if it was full or we were late. See we were SMART girls.

So back to the drinks, and dancing with cute boys, and more drinks. When out of NO WHERE one of the coaches was in the bar, arm around each of us, asking what the hell we thought we were doing? Seems that meeting at that breakfast we missed? Yeah, that one. They discussed how everyone was to come back by 12:00am. And everyone did, except the two of us and one other guy. OH SHIT! Did we not notice when the ENTIRE senior class left the bar? Um no, not really. Did I mention we were getting cute boys from the other ship to buy us drinks and dance with us? We didn't care about the people we saw all the time. Needless to say we were lectured about how my friend was such a responsible kid and how they bent the rules to let me sneak in on their cruise and this would be the last time they would ever do that again. Whoops. As we arrived back at the ship on the ferry escorted by the coach we received a round of applause from the rest of the seniors who were just happy they weren't the ones in trouble.

The ONLY reason we were not locked in our room for the trip back? Because the guy who was missing? He was on the other ship with some girl he picked up in the bar! I am not kidding. So he was sent to his room for the duration and we had the joy of breakfast with the coaches for our trip home.

Of course there was more to the cruise than one night and one bar. However, for the life of me, I am not remembering it. Yes, I have pictures from the cruise.

Um, yeah, so I thought that guy was hot. His name I honestly do not know, they called him Bear. And he was a good kisser. And apparently I stalked him the entire cruise. Because I have NO pictures of me and my BFF or anyone else for that matter. Only this guy.

Alright, it's your turn. Fess up. Don't leave me hanging here.


Wow, that was pretty bad. Funny in hindsight, but I am sure you were horrified at the time.
Seriously, I can not confess all my stuff from HS. I was not a good girl. Times have changed and I could still be convicted of a crime. ;0

October 2, 2008 at 8:53 AM  

Fess up? hmmmm.....when I was a 16yo junior in HS I went to my first college frat toga party, bought my first and last box of cigars and smoked them, bought my first shopping bag full of whiskey, wine etc (remember, I was 16) and kissed girls in the library. More than once.
I would love to make out with my wife in the library. Why havn't I thought of that in 20 years? That is such a hot idea....

October 2, 2008 at 1:00 PM  

Okay, I went on a one week trip to the Bahamas. We had no adults as it was not a school sanctioned trip. I got so drunk in the bar one night we had to pay a cab driver extra to carry me out. I puked a red drink on my white Keds. It matched my sister's red puke stain on her white Keds from 4 years earlier! Same destination, same outcome.

October 2, 2008 at 3:56 PM  

I don't have anything even close to that.

I do remember one time drinking beer with my boyfriend and another couple at my house one night. For whatever reason we were still drinking beer and hanging out and probably making out at 5:00am when my dad came home from a haul (he was a truck driver). We heard his car pull into the driveway and shoved the leftover beer and empties under my bed. Funny, we didn't get into trouble about being up and all together at 5:00am. We DID get in trouble the following day when my stinky brother found the beer under my bed (when he was trying to steal my beloved cassette tapes) and turned me in. Oh, the humiliation;.

October 2, 2008 at 10:00 PM  

I had a trip to England that went mostly the same way - doing all the things that my parents begged me not to do before I left. Looking back, I'm lucky something terrible didn't happen. Then my life would have been an after-school special. Oh youth;)

October 3, 2008 at 2:23 PM  

Any man who looks that confident in short that long must be quite a catch. I bet he owns that beach now. Too bad nothing came of your fling with him ;D

October 3, 2008 at 5:00 PM  

I have no recollection. And I'm sure it has nothing to do with any alcohol that may or may not have been consumed in my youth.

October 6, 2008 at 12:16 PM  

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