My best memories of my friends take place in the summer. Obviously we're out of school and everyone has no homework and later curfews. Plus things like youth conference, girls camp, and EFY are scheduled during the summer and all make lasting memories. My summer memories are filled with night games at the park, youth dances and trips to the beach. Summers have not been the same since I graduated college. Though I still love summer, a day in June is no different from a day in January (aside from the weather). Maybe that will change when my kids are in school and get out for summer break.
So today I'm reminiscing about a favorite summer memory. This one began at girls camp of all places. I didn't really like girls camp, but I do have memories of good times there. One Wednesday night at girls camp, a group of us got together to share some cookies and milk that we snuck out of the kitchen. We were laughing our heads off. The kind of laughing that shoots milk out your nose and someone inevitably ends up peeing her pants a little. You know...typical girls camp memories. For some reason that year we were WAY into quoting the movie "Little Rascals."
We decided that night that we would meet up every Wednesday for the rest of the summer for cookies and milk and to watch Little Rascals. Of course that didn't happen, but I didn't want to let the summer go by without meeting up with these girls. So about two weeks after camp, I invited everyone over. Part of the fun of this group of girls is that we didn't normally hang out. We were from all different wards and high schools and hung out with different groups of kids. The combination made it all the more fun. Several of us brought cookies and we turned on Little Rascals, though I don't know that we watched even five minutes of it. We were way too busy having a good time.
Now this is where the real fun started. At about 10:00pm, we had had all the cookies we could possible stuff down our throats, but we still had leftovers. We decided to put together our leftover cookies and deliver them to boys from the stake. My very generous parents let me borrow their suburban so we could legally stuff all eight of us inside. And then we set off delivering these store bought (never homemade) cookies to the guys. We wanted to remain anonymous, so we came up with the code name "NOSE Girls" and signed all our cookie packages that way. (NOSE standing for Nutter butters, Oreos, Striped Shortbread, and E L Fudge...the leftovers we had that first night.)
The NOSE girls had such a good time that we of course had to continue this...we didn't get together every Wednesday like we hoped, but we had several adventures throughout the summer. I think every adventure included a white pick-up truck that either honked, winked, waved, or we followed them 'til they did. We always rolled down windows and sang at the top of our lungs. And occasionally drove through the fast food joints where boys from the stake worked just to order 8 waters.
For a while no one knew who the NOSE girls were, but one night Garren Holmes figured it out and crashed our party (it wasn't fair that his sister, Randi, was a NOSE girl). And when I say crashed...I mean crashed. He snuck into my house without the knowledge of ANYONE (including my parents). I have a hard time imagining that Garren was so sneaky and stealth-like. We must have been having a good (loud) time because he had been listening for quite awhile before we realized he was in the room. He was on the list to have cookies delivered that night. So we took a bite out of every cookie in his package and left that on his door step.
This is one of my first and favorite memories of such a large group of girls having so much fun...with no fights. I had a great time that summer. I'd name all the NOSE girls, but for fear of forgetting someone, I don't think I will. We wanted to remain anonymous anyway, right? (Although I already named Randi Holmes...sorry Randi for giving out your identity). Feel free to give out your identity on a comment...I'd love to hear all of your thoughts on our NOSE girl parties. Thanks for the summer fun girls!
Long live the NOSE girls!