Sunday, July 27, 2014

An Evening in the Life of a Teenage Boy

As I write this blog post tonight, a small, but boisterous, group of 15- and 16-year old boys are gathering on the street outside the house. Tires have squealed around the cul de sac a couple of times, horns are honking, and their loud voices on the street are certainly annoying the neighbors who might have their windows open. They congregate in the driveway, briefly enter the house to find the parents at home, and quickly file out into the garage. Back to the cars, while they check their hair on their cell phones, and screech out of the neighborhood.

They must have a plan, at last. Someone thought of something to do other than drive around this particular neighborhood. Maybe they are just driving around another neighborhood, doing whatever it is that teenage boys in their cars do at 9:30 on a Sunday night in a Twin Cities suburb. I'm sure I don't want to know.

It's easy to tell when there are girls involved in the fun or if it is just an evening full of hanging out with the guys. Girls = spraying yourself with boy body spray, and lots of it. Enough to make you open the window to the bathroom where the cologne was freshly sprayed. Enough to make you wheeze if you are asthmatic. Could you imagine a carload full of these heavily perfumed boys? I wonder what the girls think when they are enveloped in the cloud of Old Spice Body Spray.

But tonight, no girls...just a couple carloads of sweaty teenage boys with their new driver's licenses. Out seeking excitement while driving the streets of a certainly dull Minnesota town. At least their hair looks good. Or should I say, "sick."

2 comments:

Linda said...

Too funny Christi! Love it!

Anonymous said...

Amusingly cool, Christy! You write so decrpritively that I have my own YouTube running in my head now as your story plays on! All I can say is, youth is an invisible envelope we all experience...the key is to 'see' it as much as possible before it fades. Drive on, Boys! /Elle