Friday, August 26, 2011

Flashback Friday: What a Trip

Speaking of hippies...

Let me introduce my dear old friend Janelle.  Janelle and I were attached at the hip for several years.  By attached at the hip I don't mean we hung out at lunch and saw each other on the weekends every once in a while.  We were inseperable.  We had sleepovers nearly every weekend and hung after school a couple of days a week.  We ate together, shopped together, went to church together.  We collected barbies together and then dollhouses and then Blossom hats and Friends posters. 

It was only natural that we'd go trick or treating together.  Like any good couple, we had matching costumes.  Lucky for us, we didn't have to go very far to find them.  It makes me wonder if our mothers were inseperable too.  They both had the same trippy clothes stashed away for a rainy day and they just so happened to match. 

 Of course this was before the scandalous costume trend came along.  With Minnesota winter creaping up on us, we had to wear turtle necks and long johns under our outfits.  Slutty Ciderella and Slutty Kitty were a few years away yet.  I'm not so sure how well that would have gone with the Slutty Hippie outfit.

In the midst of all of our fun sized merriment, we ran down a steep hill to collect the goods.  Maybe it was the platform shoes, or maybe it was running in the dark on a sugar high, but Janelle took a major tumble down a hill and ripped her mother's vintage daisy pants.  We could hardly enjoy our haul worrying over what she might say when she learned her decades old pants didn't survive unscathed. Good thing chocolate can heal all wounds.  It takes a good friend to forgive me for laughing and an even better one to forgive me for retelling the story to the internet!

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