I was 16 when I jumped out of Greg Markia’s birthday cake in my mother’s old gold lame dress. The party was in the gray cinder-block volunteer fire department building in Ainsley, West Virginia. It may as well have been in hell.
I’ve told this story to my husband and several friends – it’s true, by the way, I really did jump out of a cake in high school at a birthday party. They say it would make a good short story. We’ll see.
By the way – this was a lame experience, the dress was gold ‘leh-may’ (can’t find the accent mark for the ‘e’ in lame on wordpress).
It was a high-drama tragedy at the time (isn’t that what H.S. is?) – and funny now. We’ll see how the end product turns out…