Did you think the senior discount post was the last story about my old pal Meathead? Bwahahaha!
Think again dear readers, for there’s plenty more where that came from. Let me tell you another tale in the Meathead saga. Picture it: May 23, 2007…
As our senior year of high school was wrapping up, a little movie sequel called “The Lost World: Jurassic Park” made its way into theaters across the world. We knew this was going to be to go-to movie that weekend, so Meathead and I purchased our tickets as early as possible. But the week the movie was set to open, a girl in my architecture class asked if she could go with us.
Her name was either Justine or Janine, I can’t remember for sure so I’m just going to call her Justine. She was a Junior when I was a senior, but because we sat facing each other for three hours a day in Architecture, we got to know each other pretty well that year. In fact, she wanted me to take her to my senior prom, but I had already made plans to be out-of-town that weekend.
Yup, you heard right: I didn’t go to my prom. Instead, I went to Cape Cod for the weekend with some co-workers. Justine ended up going to the prom with Meathead, but that’s another story that will have to wait, so let’s get back to my story.
I knew Meathead liked Justine, and he all but begged me to bring her alone so that “they could have a date.” I told him she wasn’t looking for a date, she just wanted to hang out and see the movie. But Meathead would not hear it, and he convinced himself that this was his first date with Justine. I later learned he did ask her out to the movie, and while she didn’t exactly say yes, she didn’t say no either. But he definitely thought he was on a date, and I guess I’d be their chauffeur.
I ended up going back to the theater that night, and got her a ticket. That Friday we rushed out of school so we could make the 3:00 show at the General Cinema in Braintree. Meathead went all out for this girl, he got a giant tub of popcorn, large sodas, and assorted candy. The place was packed, but we managed to get three seats together, but by the time Jeff Goldblum’s daughter started a fire, Justine was eating from my popcorn, and leaning towards me.
Things didn’t improve when we decided to stop at Wendy’s for a quick bite. Meathead was livid that Justine wasn’t paying enough attention to him, so he ordered his food and went to sit down without asking her if she wanted anything. I walked up with her, and paid for her and my food. During the meal Meathead didn’t say much, but he did perk up when Justine suggested it was too early to call it a night, so would we mind taking her to the mall because she needed to do some clothes shopping.
We took her back to her house so she could change out of her school clothes into something more comfortable. While Meathead and I waited in my car he said to me, “The mall is my chance!” I asked him chance for what, and he said “to light a spark.”
Meathead was down right giddy when Justine emerged from her house in what I can only describe as the smallest micro mini-skirt of 1997. But he got pissed when she told him to move to the back so she could sit up front with me. This sort of thing continued at the mall where she decided to model clothes for us. Almost always she’d choose something I said I liked, and nearly everything Meathead liked, he put back.
The Mall closed at 11, so we headed towards home. Meathead didn’t seem happy when I said I was dropping him off first. But to be fair, we were driving past his house first. When we got there, I don’t think he said goodnight to either of us, and he probably thought I took Justine straight home. Well, I didn’t.
Justine and I ended up going to Bickford’s for a late dinner, and spent a couple of more hours out after that. Our final stop was Nantasket beach where she thanked me for being nice to her, and…
You don’t need to know what else went on that night.
Anywho, I’m sure the events of that night would have ticked off Meathead even more, but I don’t think he found out. Then again, maybe he did, because he didn’t talk to me for days. But it wasn’t my fault, the whole “date” thing was in his mind.
Ans so ends another incredible chapter in the Meathead saga!