Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can’t Hide

7 Apr

I’m 13. The May sun is tanning my unprotected rail thin body as I lay on my friend Janice’s roof. We’re listening to the Fugees.

Except I’m not. I am 27 years old, lying in the backyard of the house that I own with my husband. His band’s music is playing on my laptop. And it’s the April sun that sunning my 45 SPF covered face. My body, no longer rail thin, has a few great curves and a few not so great ones.

I’ve been.done.lived. a shit-ton of shitty things in the past 15 years…but one thing remains: the sheer joy and excitement I feel as the weather starts to heat up. You see, back then none of this anticipation had a damn thing to do with alcohol, drinking or the like. Sure it probably had something to do with a few pimply boys, platform sandals, and sneaking out of my parents’ house just to wander the streets until dawn, but it had nothing to do with getting drunk.

I open my eyes and stare at the sun (still a risk taker at heart). I really could use a cool new pair of platform sandals.

5 Responses to “Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can’t Hide”

  1. Coma Girl 07. Apr, 2010 at 9:58 pm #

    Maybe after Jim goes to sleep, you should sneak out. You know, for old times’ sake.

  2. Whiskeymarie 08. Apr, 2010 at 12:14 pm #

    As much as I complain about the heat, I’m feelin’ you on this one. Yay summer!

  3. lp730ny@optonline.net 25. Apr, 2010 at 4:52 pm #

    Sun sounds good right about now. It’s raining out as I read this.

  4. Lettie 25. Sep, 2011 at 1:06 am #

    You’ve got to be kidding me—it’s so transparetlny clear now!

  5. Sondi 25. Sep, 2011 at 1:58 am #

    Enlghitneing the world, one helpful article at a time.

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