It Happened Again....

I was back in high school...AGAIN...I was a senior and I had to choreograph a dance for my high school orchesis (dance team) show. I was going through my ipod looking for the right song. Gosh, I feel so old, back when I was in high school, ipods hadn't even been invented!!!!! Eek! I guess this tradition of dreams of being back in high school is going to continue into the new year....

Forget My Past, Part 2....

My friend Matt brings up the tennis ball shirt. There's a good story here.

I had a shirt the color of a tennis ball. A brand new tennis ball. It was a long-sleeved fleece from the Gap. It went well with the rest of my wardrobe (gold leather pants, silver sparkle shirts, etc.).

So I wore said shirt to high school. I was at orchesis (dance team) rehearsal with a bunch of the other dancer girls, wearing this shirt. Matt walks by. I yell 'hi Matt'.

Matt continues walking, even though I know based on the distance between us/noise level in the hallway that he HAD to hear me. Then, five seconds later, he stops, freezes, and looks at me. He then delivers the following line:

"Oh, Jaime. Hi! I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over your shirt."

This got a good laugh at the time from the group of 20 or so dancer girls. Someone even proclaimed "That was good!"

So, from there on out, Matt took it upon himself to tell this story approximately once every couple months for years to come. I'm telling it now, but if I wasn't, it was only a matter of days before he did in the comment section (or on his own blog). It was quite possibly one of his best lines back at good old Hersey.

Sigh. Memories. There'll be more to come.