FriendBurst Blog

An old friend called tonight. We talked of Cabbages and Kings.

I am looking forward to seeing him at the 35 year High School Reunion,

But that’s not what this blog is about. Its about Jerri (we’ll call her Jerri). 🙂
My old friend happened to mention Jerri in our conversation.

It was the 10 year reunion when I was sitting at a table at a local restaurant when Jerri set beside me. She said she thought I was cute in High School but I was stuck up…

I should have told her the real story. I should have explained.

It was Junior year and we had travelled to Xenia, Ohio, for a High School Band competition. Jerri and I was in High School Marching Band. Jerri was a flag girl. I played the Saxophone. My friend Tony and I set in a bench seat on the Charter bus on the way up.

We get to xenia around 10 am. I need to use the bathroom, but the lines to the bathroom in the bus was to long. I thought there would be opportunities to use the bathroom later. But it was not to be. We lined up and marched in the parade and it took most of the day. I am not sure when we got back to the buses but it was much later.

I had to go BAD when were finally able to go to the bathroom and again we formed long lines. Just as I was about to get my turn, a group came up and our Majorette, Rhonda, needed to use the bathroom, so I let her break in line in front of me…. EVENTUALLY, I am at the door to the bathroom and I get inside and I unzip… and I pee all over myself. I didn’t clear the zipper. THe relief of being where I could get relieved overcame me. My pants were soaked. And Unfortunately I didn’t bring a change of pants.

Often peoples entire lives hinge on a view moments. How different would my life had been if I had brought a change of pants. Or I had not let Rhonda cut in front of me. Who knows?

The good thing is that I had soaked my pants so completely that noone noticed I had pissed my pants, as there was no pee patch.

But then disaster struck.

Jerri and Tony traded seats. Tony was a bit of a player so I thought that he was arranging things to have a make out session with Jerri’s friend. (later I found out it was Jerri’s idea).

So here I am with Still Sopping wet Pee pants, I am 16 and a cute Flag girl has decided to sit beside me. I tried to merge with the side of the bus. I scooted as far as a could from Jerri.

Did I mention this was a very long bus ride.

At the 10 year reunion I didn’t have the guts to tell her.

Should I mention it at the 35 year reunion?