Number 2- round one

We were waiting on the bus. For-ever. Because we were teenagers, and any wait was for-ever.

We were going on a speech/drama meet in Billings. That was cool. We got the chartered bus for the occasion. Any roadtrip over 2 hours merited an upgrade from the regular schoolbus. Members of the drama club who typically avoided meets to nearer towns crawled out of the woodwork for the Billings trip. Because it would be crowned by a trip to the RIMROCK MALL. Highlight of the weekend. Beat the hell out of the hometown crap.

We were waiting. Couldn't figure out who we were waiting for. All of the members of both teams were on board. As were the coaches.

Then he arrived. The principal. Which freaked me the fuck out. Why the hell was he getting on our bus? This was unprecedented. No administrator had ever come on one of our trips.

We were in a kerfluffle. But that faded once we hit the road, and started playing Adam Ant and AC/DC on the boomboxes. I suspect in retrospect that there were some sexuality issues at play with the music choice. One boy in particular kept choosing the buttrock. But he knew all the words to the Adam Ant songs. Hmmmm.

So we get to Billings. All is well. The hotel has a sauna. I get to go to the sauna with a few cute speech club members- because the drama boys were rare, and pretty obviously gay for the most part. It was fun. There were ice fights. There were dramatic events in the hallways.

Overall it was a typical meet. We made the finals, but didn't win. We shopped our money away on sparkly, shiny silly 80's baubles. I had a new boyfriend by the time I got home. It didn't last long. And that was really ok- because he was a dweeby kid.

But the mystery of the principal on the bus was solved. Seems he was banging the speech coach. And it was an out-of-towner for them. Classy. I just wonder how long it stayed under wraps after basically outing themselves on a bus chock full o teens. From a smallish town.