Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Debauchery of Two Teenaged Girls Home Alone on a Summer's Night

My mother recently told me a funny little story in the car on the way home from town and I thought it would be fun to share it on here:

One summer, when my sister and I were teenagers, probably around the ages of fourteen and seventeen, my parents decided to leave us for a night and go sleep on their motorboat on the lake. I don't think my sister and I had ever been on that boat; my father was constantly fixing it and bailing water out of the bottom of it, and was primarily used as a fishing boat for him and his buddies. Anyway, It was the hottest time of year and far too hot to sleep in the house, so the cool breeze coming off the lake seemed like a 'cool' idea, pardon the pun. We as teenagers were ecstatic! A whole night without the parents. We could do what ever we wanted without them ever knowing what it was that we did with the time they were away.

They had the dinner they'd packed and brought for themselves, admired the way the lake changed colours as it goes from dark blue to black once the sun was down and the stars were out. They settled into sleep for the night. The boat gently rocked them in their nautical bed,the sound of the waves lapping up against the side of the vessel, rocking them back and forth, much like a baby gets rocked to sleep. Back and forth, back and forth. They settled this way and that way. Back and forth, back and forth. Mom was starting to feel ill to her stomach. She sat up in bed, as much as one could in that cramped space.

"Are you still awake?"
"Yup. Too much rocking." Dad propped himself up on one elbow.
"I don't think I can sleep here."
"Me neither."

The boat was docked by eleven pm and they hopped into the car to come home.
"Well, I wonder what we will find when we get home?" Mom laughed.
"Will the girls even be home, I wonder? Or will they be out all night thinking we wouldn't catch them?" We had an eleven o'clock curfew.

"Well, they could be in the liquor cabinet or they might have boyfriends we don't know about over. We might even find out if they are into pot or not. In any case, we are going to find out what they like to get up to when their parents aren't around." Dad predicted.

When they arrived home, the lights were on. My parents decided to creep up the stairs as quietly as they could. They could hear Led Zeppelin coming from the stereo- a band we loved, but my parents hated, which was ironic because Zeppelin was more their era than ours. But with the music turned up as loud as it was, it was obvious we had settling in for a good, parentless night of..............................................................
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Art projects in the living room!

My neat-freak mother burst out laughing as we sat in the middle of the floor, paint, bits of paper, scissors, glue, what have you was spread in piles all over the carpeted living room floor, and my sister and I sat, with stunned guilty faces in the middle of it all, for having been caught making such a mess!


Wasn't quite the ending you were expecting, was it?

XXMelanie


2 comments:

  1. With our mother, making messes was was a forbidden, sinful activity!

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