That is NOT My Northface
While we are talking about how great high school was, I want to bring up a fun party spot we used to dominate. Back in the day (you know, like 8 – 10 years ago when I was in high school) We used to party it up big time down at the pits. “The Pits” was this outdoor party spot that was used as a go to if we couldn’t meet up at anyone’s house. It was really where they used to have an old drive in movie theater built in the 1950s on the Manchester/Bolton line on route 6. There is little remnence of this besides the screen’s skeleton, which still stands. Now, it’s nothing more than sand dunes with heavy tree cover. Anyways, we used to go down there all the time and park in the commuter lot then hike through the pitch black woods to where we would build bon fires. Hey, we live in CT – parties in the woods are NOT uncommon!
The Pits was a great party spot because it was basically open to all. You never knew “which group” would be down there at any given time, and many times there was intermingling among a few different cliques, which was fun. I will never, EVER, forget the time one of our friends, Jesse, “punked” another one of our friends, Liz. Jesse and Liz had been friends for the majority of their lives, but had this antic been for real, that may have changed. We were all hanging out, and Jesse threw a black jacket into the fire. Liz, seeing the black jacket, assumed it was here’s and almost immediately flipped out.
“That is NOT my black Northface,” Liz said. The rest of us (about 20 people) quickly quieted down and looked, but no one said anything.
“That is NOT my Northface” Liz repeated…still no one spoke up – to be honest, I think everyone DID think it was her Northface, and in our heads we were all making up escape routes…Liz seemed pretty pissed, and while normally she was a kind hearted and fun person to be around, I think we all knew that if we pissed her off enough she could probably ‘take’ any of us. No really, she once punched a girl in the face so hard that all 5 of her acrillic nails popped off…
A third time Liz spoke up, “That is NOT my f*cking Northface”. I was scared, and I’m sure I wasn’t alone there.
It was just then that Jesse came out from behind a tree with Liz’s actual Northface screaming “YOU GOT PUNKED!!” Everyone started laughing and was relieved that no one had to run away.
I’m not sure if this is a “you had to be there” story or not, but for me, it’s a memory that I’ll never forget, and will always bring a smile to my face!