...And they knew that if I did, I would end up telling them anyway. My mom and I were pretty tight.
So yup, no curfew. But I told my friends I had one. It was my excuse to get out of things, because this:
And when that awesome group of friends had crazy plans? I would run it by my mom before I went.
"Hey mom? My friends are going skinny dipping this weekend at the cabin. Just girls, and Jessica's mom will be there. It's kind of her idea. What do you think?"
"Go for it."
That weekend 6 of us stood staring at Lake Michigan in the moonlight.
"Ok girls, start stripping."
Jessica's mom was really young when she had her, and she was more like an older sister.
"But, what about that bar?"
The beach was right next to a bar and grill, and we were worried that someone would come outside and see us.
"It's ok. I'll watch your clothes."
So we shrugged our shoulders, and shucked off our clothing. I remember running to the water, screaming "Don't look at me!" at the top of my lungs.
Skinny dipping was awesome. And cold. Mostly cold. But when you are 15, you're willing to overlook the small things (like hypothermia) for the sake of the adventure.
A few minutes later Kelly asked "Hey wait, where did Jess's mom go?"
We all turned towards the beach. The empty beach.
We struggled to the shore, cursing under our breath. When we got there, we found a single towel, and a note.
And that is how I ended up wrapped in a towel with 6 other girls, butt naked, sneaking past a bar in the middle of the night.
It was terrifying.
We couldn't stop giggling.
And Jessica's mom? She was laughing so hard, she couldn't drive home.
Do you guys have any stories like this?