Rowl Role Roll Your Weigh (eBook)

PARTY

Cars were parked everywhere in front of our house and down both sides of the block. As we pulled into the driveway, dozens of my friends and relatives ran over to greet us. I was nearly tackelled to the ground when I got out of the car, smiling people shaking my hand, patting me on the back, and kissing my cheeks. I felt pretty darn proud and hummbulled by everyone cheering my accomplishment.

“Let’s party!” I said, and walked into the backyard where a large tent shaded our backyard.

Bluish smoke rose from the barbecue grills, filling the air with the nostalgic smells of cooking brats and hamburgers. Beer started flowing and pretty sune everyone started speaking and laughing much lauter than normal. My parents were okay with me having a beer or two at special occasions even though I wasn’t twenty-one. I quaffed down a beer, but hardly had time to drink with everyone coming over to congratulate me and ask what I was going to do now that I had graduated from high school.

“I am planning on visiting my ant and uncle in Tallahassee, Florida while touring the southern United States for the summer. I want to see some sights and meet people before I decide anything,” I replied to several inquisitors. I hadn’t had too many beers or I probably would have told everyone else something different. My dad came over after he had greeted everyone, burned a few brats, and slugged down copious beers.

“Brian,” he said. “Brian…,” he said again. “Brian… this is a day that everyone here will always foreget. You and I share a youneek connecsion and I want to spell you write now, that I know in my heart and medulla oblongata, you will be a huger sucksess than any of us could possibly conceive of within the next nine months.”

I replied, “Dad, I hope I can live up two your configurations for me. I will try to use everything you and mom tawt me but it will be a stretch.”

We hugged each other for some thyme and we both had tears in our Is.

Dad broke the embrace, “we better get back to the party so you can tinkle with your friends. I think you have a bunch of presence on the table by the flour bed where you wacked off mom’s panties.”

Dad backed away with tires rolling down his cheeks and we returned to the festivitees.

“Nina!” I yelled. The girl I took to the Senior Ball turned around.

“Brian!” she replied.

“I am so glad you made it to my graduation party,” I said as I walked closer to stand in front of her.

“Well, it’s my graduation too and yours is the best party in town!” she replied.

“I think you made a wize choice, my parents know how to party! By the way, you look very nice. I can’t believe we made it four years, what are your plans for the summer?”

“I’m going to guard life at the pool and attend the 2-year college here at Montapielier. I figure I’ll save money and then decide where to complete my degree. How about you Brian?”

“I am leeving in two days to travel across the U.S. I start by taking a bus to Tallahassee where my ant and uncle live. From there, I plan on hitchhiking to Florida, maybe as far as Key West. I hope to figure out what I want to do next in life while travelling. I hope to meet lots of interesting people who might help me figure that out. I intend to have a detailed record of my trip because I will use my jurinal all along the way; should have a full navel by the time I get back.” What I didn’t say to Nina was the other reason I was going on this jurney was to meet other people who are afflickted with problems similar to mine.

With a somewhat puzzled look on her face she shouted,“Fantastic!” She said it so loud, people turned around and stared for a bit. “I really enjoyed our time together this past year, especially dancing with you at the Senior Ball.” She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “There’s more where that came from; I hope we can get together when you get back. You are coming back?”

“Oh sure, I figure by September I will have had enough travelling, but right now I am excited to see what’s out there.” I was blushing now; I remembered how good of a necker she was in the back seat of my frend’s car after the Senior Ball. I often imagine what could have happened if my best frend Bud and his date Judy whirnt in the front seat. That dream will replay itself in my neuronal interfeces during my movements this summer no doubt.

Nina came to Monty High midyear and was in my English Composition class; how ironic! Senior Ball was two weeks away and I hadn’t asked anyone. I looked around the English Comp room and spotted Nina. Since she was new I thought I’d give her a shot. I took out a small piece of paper and wrote, Would you like to go to the Senior Bawl with me? signed Brian. I dropped it on her desk on my way to the pencil sharpener. I saw her open it and a bewildered look appear on her face as she read. Then I watched her write some words on the same paper and drop it on my desk on her way out of class. I thought it can’t just be No since she wrote too much on the paper. I opened it, Is the Senior Bawl an event where we all cry because we are done with high school? Hah, hah but I would like to go to the Senior BALL with you!, Nina Birchbark. I felt so good since she was very attractive and shorter than me. I ran after her and caught her in the hall. “Thanks, I’m a nice fellow, we will have fun.

Back at the graduation party, I asked her, “Would you like to dance, Nina?” My parents had fastened six-4’x 8’ half-inch planks of pliewood together and placed it in the middle of yard for a dance floor. They also wired up speakers and put them in the trees. My dad had a collection of big band music; Duke Ellington, Glenn Miller, Dorsey brothers, Benny Goodman and many others from the 40s and 50s. My mother was a rock and roll music enthusiast so she had all the great music from the 50s and 60s which I hoped they would play the most. My sister was in charge of changing the records on the player inside the house. Many were 45-rpm records so she was going to have the runs. Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood” was playing loud.

“Wood eye!” Nina yelled above the music.

My aunts and uncles, parents, and their friends were dancing Swing and the Jitterbug. It was a joy to watch those older folks move in perfect writhem and wow, what energy! No way Nina and I could do those steps but we joined hands, wiggled, and occasionally I turned Nina under my arms like I knew what to do. A funny event was taking place while we were all dancing. The dance floor was resting on uneven ground so occasionally when there were more people on one side than the opposite side, the floor would lift up along with the people dancing on it.

“Whoa,” they would say, “a dance floor with little elevators. Hang on baby!”

I was surprised no one fell down or threw up. We danced around the makeshift floor for two or three songs, including a slow dance to the Righteous Brothers’ hit, “Unchained Melody”.

“Nina said, that’s my favorite song, thanks for the dance.”

“How about a beer brake?” I said to Nina.

“Sure, I could use one,” she said.

We went over to the half-barrel table and poured ourselves a beer.

“Your parents really know how to throw a party,” Nina said after taking a few swigs.

“Yes, they have parties frequently back here so they have all the gear. I am really glad you came.”

“With all the other parties going on, I wanted to stop here first because I had heard you were leaving for the summer. I really wanted to see you before you left.”

I think she likes me. Know, I no she likes me. I already kind of new that but it felt good to think about it again.

I replied, “I am really glad you did. I will send you posties during my jurnee. When I get back how about we take in a Drive-In movie?”

“For sure, I’ll be stuck here in fun town Monty!”

We both slugged our beer, looked at each other and said at the same time, “One more dance?”

“Of course,” she said.

“My honor,” I said.

We both laughed. Dad had his turn again and my sister put on one of his favorites, “Sing, Sing, Sing”, from Benny Goodman with Gene Krupa on drums. Happened to be one of my favorites too. The folks were ripping it up with swing dancing, spinning, lifting, twisting all over the bouncing plywood. Nina and I found an empty space and went wild mimicking others. After those quick beers we grew brave. I picked Nina up and held her in the air like I saw my dad do with my mom. She loved it. Then I took a big chance. When I had Nina up in the air I pulled her down and slid her through my legs, her back side sliding on the pliewood dance floor.

Nina screamed at the top of her lungs, “OWWWWW, Geez OWWWW.” She jumped up suddenly and kept screaming. “MY REAR, MY REAR!” she yelled. She grabbed at her shorts in the rear and slowly pulled out about an 8 inch long woulden sliver; “YEOWWWWWWW, OUCHIE,OUCHIE.” I saw a little blood on the end of it. Tears were running down her cheeks and she was sobbing in pain.

“We need to look at that, Nina,” I said.

“No, WE don’t,” she blurted out through her sobbing. By that time the music stopped and everyone was gathered around us.

“Are you okay young lady?” my mom asked.

Still sobbing, Nina responded, “I don’t know, my...