Thursday, January 26, 2012

Can I Have a Peek?

Several many years ago some friends and I were trying to figure out what we wanted to do on a bored Friday night.  No shows to go to, no parties, no good movies playing.... just nothing happening.  I don't remember which one of us, me, R, BFF or Butthole got the idea to go to Niagra Falls, but we were all in.  So we packed up a few things got in a car and went.  Those were the days when you could just go to Niagra Falls, you didn't need a passport, just your birth certificate, maybe.  No one ever seemed to check.  It kind of blows that you can't do that anymore.

I think this is the only Falls pic taken that weekend

My memory of the trip itself is kind of hazy.   I know the four of us shared a room at the lovely Marco Polo Inn.  I think we stayed Friday and Saturday night and went home Sunday.  And I know we had the best of times.  R and I were doing that interested in each other dance, BFF and Butthole were officially a couple at the time.  Two beds, two couples... do the math.  Nothing major is going to happen though, not with another couple in the room.  But R was a bit frisky and said something to me while we were cuddled in bed that unfortunately and hilariously for all, Butthole overheard.  "Can I have a peek?"

Butthole didn't get that nickname by accident.  He heard what R said and he ran with it!  It was the running joke of the whole weekend and I'm sure beyond.  It's hard to say when he actually gave up the joke.  If ever.  It didn't matter though.  It was fucking funny.

R and me at Niagra Falls - 1987

We did the touristy stuff... wax museums, Falls, etc.  Drank I'm sure.  Because truly, when weren't we drinking?  And just having tons of laughs.  I've only been back once.  BFF has been back countless times with her family.   Butthole... RIP, I don't know, nor do I know if R ever went again.  But the memory, or what I have of it anyway, of that weekend definitely lives on.


  1. Sometimes I wish I can be spontaneous like that. I really think it's fun. I could say that it's hard to be spontaneous with a kid but unfortunately that would be a lie since I have never been a 'non-planner'. Sad. Oh well, I'll live vicariously through you and your adventures! :-)))

  2. I am laughing at the "can I have a peek"...too funny...and wonderful memories...carefree days weren't they? xo

  3. Lovely memories of carefree days, why cannot we have them NOW? Or, maybe we do, but in a different way, carefree meaning living in the moment and enjoying it to the hilt, pushing away these layers of to do lists and worrying about things we may not be able to change.
    I am going to think of you when I go out with a friend for dinner tonight!

  4. Well, Barbara, you've probably heard the verse: To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

    The trick is to treasure the good memories, like Lalia has done here. And memories of fun times are the best ones of all!

  5. Thanks for sharing that trip down memory lane Lalia. Ah to just pack up your bags at the last minute and go somewhere...

  6. The good ole days when you didn't need a passport!

  7. Living in the moment like that was the best! Sucks to be a grown up sometimes ;)