Buffy the Drunk College Girl

Sometimes when people tell me stories, my mind puts together an image of what they are describing. And that's the beginning. Eventually, my imagination takes the facts and runs a little wild with them.

Tonight, I went out to dinner with the other instructors from the class I teach and one of the students. The student was telling the story of how he and his wife were visiting a college town for vacation.

At an intersection, a gaggle of drunk sorority girls lazily crossed against the light and he and his wife had to wait in their car for them to cross. Irritated, the student and his wife honked the horn at the drunk college girls.

This of course resulted in a flurry of middle fingers from the college girls to the student and his wife. The birds were returned.

While his story ended there, in my mind, the story went even further. I crafted an image of a blonde, drunk girl named Buffy. She stood in front of the waiting car, and motioned for them to bring it on.

Eventually, the loud obnoxious drunk girl Buffy created such a ruckus that a passing police car turned the lights on and set off the siren.  The girls, drunk and now shocked by the presence of the police car, quickly panicked.

"Oh my God, Buffy, run the police are here!" said one of the girls.

The completely discombobulated Buffy turns to run, forgetting that she's wearing a flip-flop on one foot an a stiletto on the other.

I described this image to the others, laughing so hard I could barely catch my breath. Yeah, I can be silly sometimes.  It was super-funny in my head.  I even told them, if they could only see the images I'm dreaming up, they'd laugh too.

Stumbling as she runs in a completely random direction, Buffy eventually trips on a discarded beer bottle cap and face plants onto the filthy asphalt.  In my mind, I see the image of this blonde bimbo sprawled out on the street face down on the concrete. Moving and yet not moving.

Muffled by the street concrete, I imagined Buffy weakly saying "Oh Cindy, I'm going to be sick. Hold my hair back. "

Honestly, this is a cartoon story I might need to draw.

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