My mom taught at the local Jr. High and hosted the annual Christmas party for the faculty. They'd have a White Elephant gift game, and there were always at least a few sexually explicit items in the mix. A lot of booze flowed. So when I finally got to Jr. High, I'd sit in a classroom and think, "Oh, you're the guy who went home with the anatomically correct gingerbread cookie cutters. Didn't you get really drunk and make out with the drama teacher in my backyard?" As you say, it's not name-dropping. It just makes aspects of life weird.
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:09 pm (UTC)