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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Things That Go Bump in the Night

I should start this off by saying my parents were very strict when I was growing up. I was not allowed to date until I was a senior in high school. I was allowed to occasionally have friends over in groups during my junior year. I remember having tobogganing parties or cookouts. My parents would be there, and we were supervised. Mom would make cocoa for the winter parties and lemonade and hot dogs and burgers for summer cookouts.

That being said, in the spring of my senior year, I convinced my parents to allow me to stay home and have three girlfriends come and stay with me while they went away for the weekend. It took a lot of begging, pleading, and cajoling. The fact that my oldest brother, who was married and had a family, lived about 200 yards away from our house, within full view of the place, was finally the deciding factor. My girlfriends and I were excited—a two-night pajama party. Mom made sure the refrigerator was stocked with plenty of soda and munchies. (Times were a little different than today; drugs were unheard of, and alcohol was not a part of our social activities. That’s not to say there was no teenage drinking, but it was much less common than it is today.)

Word got out, as those things do, that Eva was having a pajama party and her parents were not going to be present. My girlfriends came over after school on Friday, and the fun began. We made pizza for supper, played records (the old 45 rpm jobs), did our nails, and gossiped—all the usual girlie things. Shortly after midnight, we ran out of steam and went to bed. (Picture 4 girls trying to sleep horizontally on a double bed—we were all pretty thin and petite, so it worked.)

Somewhere between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m., three or four senior boys decided to come over and scare us by rapping on my first floor bedroom windows. We panicked, as would be expected, then realized the intruders were friends, so we let them in. More soda was poured (Dad was a teetotaler and did not allow alcohol in the house, so even if we had inclinations in that direction—we would have come up empty-handed.) We talked and laughed and ate Mom’s chocolate chip cookies and listened to more records, and then around 4:30 a.m., the boys left.

It was all perfectly innocent, but I knew my mother would not see it that way. I had allowed some of the male species onto the premises unsupervised! Even worse, I was wearing my Jammies for this social event! I knew I was in deep doo-doo. There was a possibility that my brother and his wife had slept through the whole event, but if they hadn’t, and reported my transgression to my parents before I did, I knew there would be hell to pay! So I confessed as soon as my parents returned, and of course, was grounded for a couple of weeks. Graduation came and went and the incident was forgotten—or so I thought.

An urban (or maybe in this case, a SUBurban) legend was born. By the time we had our first class reunion, the story had been embellished a bit, and the words “panty raid” began to be bandied about. The pajama party was in the spring of 1963 and panty raids were in the news quite frequently in the 1960’s. Jerry, the ringleader of the early morning marauders, loved to perpetuate the “legend.”

By the time we attended our 45th class reunion last summer, he was retelling the “panty raid” tale and bragging that he had saved a pair of my panties as a souvenir. Of course, it was just too good a story to let it go.

Yesterday, my husband and I met Jerry and his wife and few friends for lunch at restaurant just up the street from the school from which we had graduated all those years ago. And, sure enough—Jerry greeted me with a hug and announced that he had something of mine. The picture below tells it all!




NOTE: If they even made thongs in 1963 and my mother had ever found one in my possession, I'd STILL be grounded today!!

39 comments:

Rae said...

That was a fun read and a great story. Those types of memories are the best and it is even better having life long friends to reminisce with.

La Belle Mere UK said...

Wow what a great story! So funny. It's great that you've stayed in touch for all these years. x

glnroz said...

oh goodness, a group of our old friends just had a get-to-gether.. The best stories don't even have to be true, but maybe they should have happened. (mine not yours,, lololol)

Kathie @ my net finds said...

Hi Eva!

Thanks for stopping by my blog today, I sent you an e-mail as well! What a great story :-)

Drama queens mum (Kimberly) said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. That's funny that he kept them all these years.

MommyBrain said...

Ha, Ha, Ha! What a funny story ... such a good memory from your childhood years, too ... sleepovers are such a right of passage. I have a funny "thong" story, too, perhaps I'll post it one day soon :)

Canadian Blend said...

Well told. It reminded me of the time our dorm stood outside one of the girl's dorms freshman year and suggested they drop panties out way. I'm sure some of the women did ... I'm just as sure I didn't catch any.

candiacrew said...

You rebel you! Sounds like a wonderful memory. Thanks for stopping by my blog :-)

Yaya said...

Hahaha! Don't you just love how stories get embellished over time?

Vodka Logic said...

A great story thanks xx

tinahead81 said...

hahaha, i loved reading that!!! thanks for visiting my blog!!

lov said...

what a super cute story! thanks for stopping by my blog! please come back!

Carolyn said...

What a great story. And what a friend to bring you such a cute pair of new panties! :) You brought back lots of memories of sleepovers with my girlfriends when I was just a girl.

Thanks for stopping by my blog today. I'll be sure to stop back in to yours!

Diane said...

you tell a good story! do you ever regret squealing on yourself?

Jasmin said...

Hello from SITS! :) Thank you for your comment. You have such a knack for telling stories-- I loved this one! That is too funny that your friend brought panties along, haha. Good friends and good memories are certainly the best. Have a great day!

perpstu said...

Stopping by from SITS. Thanks for visiting my blog today. This story is so funny, thanks for sharing it!

Jen said...

Good story, great memories, and special friends..

♥ Boomer ♥ said...

That is so hilarious!!!! ♥ I would have been in such trouble, too. My parents were terribly strict. I'm so happy you stopped by today and to have met you. I work full-time and babysit 3 little grand-boys, ages 5 mos, 2 and 4 years as often as I can (like tonight!). So blogging is just an extra little blessing when I have the energy for it. I'm hoping to have time soon to come back here and poke around your site a little. You sound like a fun, fun lady!

{Kiki} said...

What a great story and picture with the legendary panties. So wonderful to share such fun memories with friends after all those years. Thanks for stopping by my blog and take care.
-Kiki

Michelle (hometc) said...

Hi- Thanks for stopping by and sharing your great story!

glenna said...

Glad I found you through SITS! I enjoyed your story!!

Chanda said...

Nice thong! LOL! Great story! I can relate to having strict parents. I would have been grounded a lot longer than you!

Thanks for stopping by my blog, SITSter!

Meeko Fabulous said...

OMG! That's hilarious! :) You guys were wild!

The Redhead Riter said...

That so cracked me up!

Ms. Wanda said...

Thank you for stopping by:) What an awesome story, I loved it! Wow, 63', even though I was born in 65' I grew up in the 70's and had an older brother and 2 older sisters. When you were telling this story I envisioned Sandra Dee and Moon Doggy:) That picture say's it all, what a great story!!!

xoxox
Ms. Wanda

Equidae said...

LOL loved your story!!!!

survivinglifedaily said...

Oh my this is too funny! How funny that he still had the underwear!! Cool story! Thanks for stopping by my site!

Taryn said...

This is such a cute post, especially when you said, "I had allowed some of the male species onto the premises unsupervised!" That is too funny!
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and leaving a sweet comment about my purses! That means so much to me. Don't you just love SITS?
I hope you have a WONDERFUL day, and I hope to see you again soon!

Love,
Taryn

http://www.lovetaryn.blogspot.com

glnroz said...

Yes, I did read "Scene..". It was like listen to music that reminded you or an incident. I spent a lot of time pickin' guitars in honkey tonks and the characters were familar to me immmediately. I empathized with all the characters lol is there going to be another chapter?

Creative Junkie said...

ROTF at the panties! And how nice is it that you've kept in contact with those friends?

Considering that most of my undies are now considered "period" undies, I don't think any xy chromosomes would have touched them with a ten foot pole.

Sandy Fights Fat and Blogs About Nothing said...

ROFLMBO!!!! You're terrific.

Thanks so much for stopping by yesterday, I appreciated the visit. :-)

Susan said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog for a visit!

What a funny story!

Stalker v1.5 said...

Hilarious post!!! Stopping by from SITS, will be coming back for more laughs.

Alicia said...

seriously i love you! that was hysterical!! and that picture is priceless!!

Chanda said...

That is a great story! I love it!

Thank you for stopping by!

Joanna Jenkins said...

I smiled through your whole story! We grew up in the same "universe" with strict parents. But YOU became an Urban Legend! That makes you a Rock Star :-)

xo

Unknown Mami said...

How fun! Very well written.

Entrepreneur Chick said...

You are too much!

Ekanthapadhikan said...

That was a good story. You've such a fabulous past and even great long standing friends to share things with.

Thanks for sharing.