I, Weenie

Sometimes I get random memories come back to me out of the blue...

One memory that just came to me was when - in 7th grade I believe - our school had a talent show. Now, all the cool kids entered and did some cool dance routines and lip-syncing and whatnot, but that wasn't for me. I may have done a lot in my school years, but being a cool kid was not one of them. Instead, I saw the talent show as a perfect time to embarrass myself. And two of my best friends. See, I thought I had a shot at winning this talent contest (and yes, I realize now there really isn't much of a contest in grade school... it was more for the popular kids to have some way to flex their superiority), and what better way to win then with a handwritten play. brilliant!

So, I grabbed my friends Troy and Viet (who was Vietmanese and had a brother named Nam. I kid you not. But the real irony is that the sister's name was Kim).. And, sitting in the living room at Troy's house, I concocted a super hero story. Now, I can't remember all the details, like the names of the heroes (I'm pretty sure one was Shorty), but here's what I remember. When Troy and I were in our civilian mode (He was the main hero, I was the sidekick, and Viet was the arch-nemesis) we would be normal size. But - and here's one of the big gimmicks - when we transformed into our alter-egos, we walked around on our knees. See, when we became powerful, we became smaller.

I told you, genius.

We did wear masks, and at one point, the arch enemy attempted to Mousse us. We didn't have money for props and so searched Troy's house for dastardly weapons, latching onto his mom's hair mousse.

That's about all I remember. I'm sure if someone had film, they'd consider it blackmail material. however, for me, it would be something to cherish. I only wish I had a copy of the hand-written script. It would be worth so much to me. Even if the result of reading it would be to confirm my place in the wallows of geekdom, it'sd be worth so much to me.

Still, as fuzzy as the memories are, I'll always cherish the thought, as I had two friends who had my back, even at the cost of ridicule from the entire school.

I had not intended for that to be sappy, honestly. And part of me is chuckling at the thought of us running around on our knees. Anyway, I'll be sure to bitch a little next post, I'm do.

Oh, and next post is #100. I may need to dress up for that one.