I’m good at getting into trouble. To be honest, I even kind of like it — there is just something so irresistibly fun about all that risky behavior. In elementary school I planned secret get togethers in the bathroom during class (everyone meet at the bathroom at 10am — don’t be late), by middle school I was sneaking out to toilet paper houses with my best friends (we only decorated our friends’ houses – it was an act of love), and in high school I was regularly tubing down the flumes on a friday night. Oops.
My risky behavior went a little rah rah rah tonight with a happy ding dong ditch adventure. The mission was simple: place a mason jar filled with flowers on a doorstep, ring the bell, and run. Repeat 5 times.
I called my friends and told them I had a surprised planned for the evening. No questions asked, they showed up at 8pm ready for anything. They are much too lovely to cause any trouble on their own:
Zi Lin was the first brave soul to sneak up the steps and leave a flower jar. Chrissy, Lauren and I planned to watch from behind the bushes, but we got nervous and ran away fast. We felt like pros by the second-go-round, however, and we remained composed when we got caught on the third ding dong ditch. “Hey! What are the flowers about?” a youngish-man yelled from his recently invaded doorstep. We stopped, spun around, and told him it was a happy ding dong ditch. He smiled and thanked us for the flowers. We walked away wishing we had started up a conversation and gotten his number (not for me, of course, but for my 3 cute&single friends).