Most Embarrassing Moment #5 and #6 - Early morning Nintendo

This post is dedicated to Annie Curtis Reeve- one of my oldest and dearest friends, since both of these stories involve her.

When I look back on my childhood, it seems like most of my Friday nights were spent at the Curtis's house. We were pretty much obsessed with DJ on Full House, so we liked to watch it together. We would hang out with Annie's cool older sisters or play hide-and-g0-seek with Annie's brother Matthew and his friends. Sometimes we would play with our dolls or eat Phyllis's famous peanut butter candy. We also really liked to play Nintendo.

One time when I was sleeping over at Annie's, we decided to set the alarm and get up really early to play Nintendo- most likely Super Mario Bros. 1. I don't remember why we wanted to get up at 5:00 to play a video game, but it might have been because Annie or Matthew had a soccer game. So we crawl out of bed and tread down the stairs and I take a seat while Annie and Matthew get the Nintendo working (which any experienced NES player knows, can take a little bit of effort.) So I'm sitting on a lovely plush ottoman in Phyllis's living room and I actually started to doze off... sitting up. Apparently I should have made a stop in the bathroom on my way down, because I started to dream that I was sitting on a toilet and after I was done using that fantasy toilet I realized that I had wet my pants on Annie's mom's furniture! So me: "Uhh.... Annie?" Annie, who was extremely resourceful as a kid, knew just what to do... She ran and grabbed a can of Lysol, sprayed the whole thing down and put a towel over it so we could play some serious Mario and Luigi. I'm so sorry, Phyllis!

I thought I'd include one more about Annie and I. Many, many years later, Annie and I are both at Ricks College. It's Mother's week and we have both our moms there, so we all go to Idaho Falls for the day and eat at Garcia's Mexican restaurant. I had never eaten there before, but I remembered Bobby telling me that he loved their cinnamon peppermints. He told me that once when he was there with his sister Molly they each grabbed a handful right in front of the hostess. She didn't seem to care at all- almost like she was challenging them to take more. So Bobby took the whole basket and dumped it in Molly's backpack and the hostess didn't say a word. So while Annie and I are waiting while our mothers used the restroom, I think of this story and notice that no restaurant employees are guarding the cinnamon peppermint basket. I suggest to Annie that we dig our hands deep into the basket and run to the car! So my accomplice and I get to Annie's car and start climbing into the backseat when we hear someone call out, "Excuse me! Only one peppermint per customer, please!" Annie and I look at each other and then call out, "Okay, sorry!" Then we stayed in the car! Partly because we figured they wouldn't want them back and partly because we were too embarassed to go back in. It serves our mothers right for leaving two 20 year-olds unaccompanied in a public place. :)