So when I was in, it was, probably would have been when I was in junior high which is what we kinda used to call middle school. I was, I was still in Girl Scouts and we would take these cool camping trips. And like even like in the winter, it was amazing, we would — we were so tough. I look back and I just marvel that we did this. But anyway, on one of these trips, my friend, who was, I have to tell you, not in the least bit wild or naughty. I mean, she was a super nice girl, you know got good grades and listened in school, came to all that, not a rabble-rouser or trouble maker. She pulled out from her luggage that she had brought some wine from home, like just a bottle of wine.
Which was like, so shocking, because not only was [name] one of those good girls but I mean, we all were. I mean, we were a bunch of nerds that were still in Girl Scouts long after everyone like dropped out and you know, started doing other stuff. Anyway, [name] brought this wine, so thrilling and I had maybe one sip. And somebody else had one or two sips, [name] might have had some and that was the end of it. I think just the thought of it was so naughty that that was like enough and I think we were too scared to do more, get buzzed, get drunk, any of that. I don’t actually really don’t know how much the other ones drank, but I do know that I drank only the tiniest bit. And then otherwise the camping trip was just normal.
A couple of — sometime later, maybe a couple weeks later, I got a notification that there was gonna be a meeting. It was at — this is what was the scariest thing about it was it was gonna be at the at the college, where my dad taught, but you know, it was evening and it was, you know, in some room and I, I can’t remember if at that time I had a feeling like we were in trouble or if it just was mysterious to me. But when I got there, Our Girl Scout leaders were there, [name] was there, and the other girl who had taken a drink from the bottle was there. And I can’t remember who all else, I mean it wasn’t like a huge group but and it — they were sitting at a table it felt like a tribunal and I knew we were in trouble.
The reason why we were at the college is that my Girl Scout leaders husband was like a chair of the math department and he must have known that oh I could just like get this room or whatever. They must not have wanted to have it like at the church where we normally met or whatever for whatever reason. So anyway, immediately just felt mortified, embarrassed, so sorry. I’m sure I cried. I mean, I never got in trouble I was such a good kid. But of course they had to bring the hammer down because you can’t have Girl Scouts bringing alcohol on trips, I completely get that. And as punishment, they were not going to allow us to go on the summer trip that we take every summer. They had to do something, that’s what they did. And okay, I mean, I think I took the punishment. I mean god I must’ve had to tell my parents too. It was — the rest of this is really fuzzy, I just remember walking into that room, seeing them there, knowing what it was about and wanting to die.