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Date Posted: Fri, October 28 2022, 21:42:40
Author: Betsy BFS, Peace out...
Subject: QOTD for Saturday, 10/29/22

MORE BETSY BEHAVING BADLY. SKIP IF HAPPY HIPPY LIFE SHOCKS YOU.

At one point of my illustrious life of bad decisions, during my Much Younger years, I lived in Florida on Siesta Key, in a small cottage with a few friends. There was only one bedroom, and Judy and Tom took it as they had the most predicably active sex life. I had a bed in the living area. Except for the one bedroom, it was really one big room, and my bed was against the front wall, directly under one of the windows that boarded the long porch on the other side. It was actually rather nice. The cottage was right on the Gulf, and the sound of surf was wonderful for sleeping.

This was the early 70's, so mostly it was a smokey, psychedelic, alcohol-smelling room. When spring break rolled around, we had 15 friends visit from the college we had all quit. Some camped out in the back yard, some in the front, but most slept in sleeping bags on the porch.

The first night was a huge party and ended up on the beach. It was NOT a great place to swim as the local shark population was so abundant there was a huge shark study lab a mile up the road. I think there were two bottles of Boone's Farm Apple wine involved, and a whole lot of pot, and a hallucinogenic of some sort, but I had a spiritual experience, which assured me I was psychically attuned to the local shark population. Somehow, so they told me, I ran into the water and began swimming around to find my spirit friends, the sharks.

Someone, I don't remember who, but someone who hadn't hung out with quite as much Boone's Farm, pot, and a drug of choice, thought better of the idea and hauled me out.

Segue to later that night. I was always the very last person to stop tripping. I was in my bed, under the porch window, and all others had crashed and were asleep. I was wide awake. I began to hear some rustling on the other side of the window, which increased, and soon it was clear that I wasn't the only one awake. It was plain that two of my friends had thought they were the only ones awake and were beginning to have sex. I honestly wasn't sure if I should make some noise to let them know I was still awake, or just politely keep quiet and never say a word. They were in full throttle, so I just remained quiet. Then all of a sudden, I hear, "Oh, shit!!! What the hell? What is this??" Well, Andy and Geordy had brought their Irish setter puppy with them and the dog had snuggled down into their double sleeping bag and pooped. A lot. They were standing there, having rolled in puppy poop, stripping and trying to brush poop off of them. Then, there was a giggle. And another giggle, and another and another. Apparently, we were ALL awake, all wonderiing the same thing...to make noise so they knew someone was still a bit awake, or be quiet and keep our mouths shut. Poor Andy and Geordie were hopping around, rolling the sleeping bag into a big ball of poop, and trying to find the outdoor water hose for themselves. We were all hysterical for a long long time.I don't recall where they ended up sleeping. Maybe in their car, with the puppy.

Lordy, I have no idea how I survived, but it does explain some of my parenting ideas.

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The following quote is from 'Seven Stones to Stand or Fall,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter, "The Fugitive Green." Copyright © 2017, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

The bell over the door tinged briskly, and she looked up, surprised. The virtuous Protestants of Amsterdam would never think of going anywhere on Sundau but to church. The man standing in the doorway, though, was neither Dutch or virtuous. He WAS wearing a British uniform.

"Your... Grace?" she asked stupidly.

"Hal," he said. "My name's Hal." Then he caught full sight of her and turned as white as the spillled sugar on the counter. "Jesus Christ."

"It's not..." she began, sliding out from behind the counter, "what you think..." she ended faintly.

It didn't matter. He took an enormous breath and strode toward her. She dimly heard her father coming up the stairs but saw nothing but that bone-white face, caught between shock and determination.

He reached for her, bent his knees, and picked her up.

"Jesus Christ," he said again, this time in response to her weight, which was considerable. Clenching his teeth, he clutched her tightly and wove his way across the shop, staggering only slightly. He smelled wonderfully of bay leaves and leather.

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[> Betsy, I LOVE your stories. This whole scenario must have been hysterical. Your grandson and his friends have NO idea who they were messing with. -- DianaH, Mon, October 31 2022, 10:05:31

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[> [> I love them too! I was just laughing hysterically in my car when I got to the jumping out of the sleeping bag part. 🤣. Before that I was reading along, nodding my head and smiling - it does seem amazing sometimes that we survived those “daze!” Love your quotes too, but you could come and just tell stories any day. This story totally skewed my view of Hal. -- Kathy in PA, Tue, November 01 2022, 13:15:11

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