I'm laying in bed...trying to talk myself into getting out of it and Sicilee walks in. She goes to the bathroom and starts blow drying her hair. This is what I see...
ahhh...my mind instantly takes me to another place. First, high school...
It's homecoming week.
You know..."SPIRIT WEEK"...where you dress up a different way, every day.
Well it was "clash day".
I won the prize. I knew how to clash and my roommate at college, Camille, was a cheerleader. She was in charge of spirit week. I sort of recall winning a marshmallow toss challenge for our class wearing my "clash" outfit. I wish I had a picture of it. I think it was something like a blue and green striped shirt with pink and white polka dot overalls...anyway she was always so proud of me and would retell the story all the time about how I was the only one in high school who knew how to clash.
(help me out, Camille)
sooo...
I sit up straight in bed!
SCREAM!
SICILEE!!!
IS IT CLASH DAY???
She ended up changing her shirt...
This is Camille and I at college reenacting "Clash Day". Yikes.
3 comments:
like that's totally rad dude
Thank you for the laugh!!!! I think you were the only one that day who really understood what "clash" meant. The rest of the world just took the opportunity to dress silly, but you took the cake! Sure doesn't seem that long ago that we were dressing up that night! Sicilee, you will be a great clasher during some future spirit week of your own--keep practicing! lol
Wish I could click on something to enlarge that picture!
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