You know those few days leading up to your 18th birthday, where you contemplate all of the things you will be able to do after that very day. Well, my friend and I created a list of things we would do on her birthday. Our birthday's are very close together, hers being a little after mine, so we waited until after hers to do all of our 'firsts' as a duo. Our list included things like:
-buying a lottery ticket
-voting (despite the lack of political knowledge)
-moving out (i'm typing this in my childhood bedroom - oh the dream?!)
-jury duty (so much fun?)
-get married (wtf was I on)
-get a credit card (best/worst decision I've made)
-get a piercing (which got horribly infected and I ended up in the hospital)
-get a tattoo (but I already made that mistake when I was 16!)
and last but not least...go to a sex shop.
I was reminded of the last 'first' a few days ago while I was moving the my final things into my parents new house (I'm downsizing with them - an unaccomplished first that I am reminded of everyday). A few years ago my uncle gave me this beautiful antique box for my birthday. Traditionally, it was used for calligraphists to store their tools and serve as a platform for writing. However, I had used it for something on an entirely different spectrum. After my friend and I had our little shopping sexscapade I panicked and had no where to store my new toys without the harrowing thought of my parents finding them. Alas, the box I had just received for my birthday had a secret compartment AND a lock, perfect! After securing away my purchases, I lost the key and hadn't been able to get into the box since. I tried picking the lock, using different keys to pry it open and nothing proved successful. God knows I wasn't going to take it to a locksmith and leave it with them only to open it up and find a giant pink vibrator inside. It sat on my bookshelf staring at me for four years, day after day; me knowing what was in there, everyone else thinking it was just a charming antique box. It drove me insane, I just wanted to get it out and destroy the evidence. And then the inevitable happened; while I was moving the other day with my parents the lid just popped open (POPPED OPEN) revealing the neon pink, rubbery, 9 inch replica of a veiny penis (again, what was I thinking?!).
To be continued...