Everyone in High School belonged to some group with a stereotypical name - as dumb as those high school movies are-the little groups and cliques really are true. But our group was a mix of everything and there was nothing that could really identify all of us. We had some jocks of all sports, some emo's, some smarty pants, outdoorsy types, music people, everyone.
The only thing we all had in common was that we all loved Limbeck. (And most of us lived in the same neighborhood. What a magical place. If I think about all the amazing people who came out of that neighborhood it blows my mind, there will never be anything like it again) I came to find out after HighSchool that some of the groups in the school would call us "the limbeck kids". We always ate lunch on the stairs by the auditorium. It was a perfect spot because we could see almost everyone, there was a corridor nearby where we could huck our bouncy balls and it had a great view of outside. The only downside is that it was near all the emo's who liked to make out for lunch.
I have been thinking a lot about my old friends, it's been so long since I've seen or heard anything about these people that I wanted to write a little tribute/memory about them, before I forget them altogether. Some weren't technically part of the group that I would classify as the "Limbeck Kids" But all of them were part of the same wonderful part of my life. And there were many other people who could probably be included in this list, but these were the main players.
Cody. He was most mysterious, but so great to have around. Always willing to drive that code machine (what we called his truck) anywhere. He was funny when he wanted to be and he never acted like he liked us girls, but deep down I'm sure he did. I dare say he was the most manly out of all the boys we hung out with, he hunted and knew how to drive a boat. Ryan and Cody would go home for lunch as would Me, Ky and Erica and we would always race back to LP, there were times when we were all sprinting through the halls so we could be the first ones back to the steps.
Us girls took some of the boys to MORP. It was the worst night of Cody's life. Those boys sometimes really seemed liked they hated girls, but we just made them be our friends.
Ryan. Ry Ry. He was so nice and so cute and all the girls had crushes on him at one point in their lives. He was so shy. We had so much fun teasing him just a little. Playing cards with him and his mom, what teenage boy wants to play cards with a bunch of girls and his mom. Ryan did. He was great.
I have no idea what these dorks are dressed up for. Maybe the academy awards? (Our ward did the academy awards every year and each youth group would make a movie and we'd get awards for them. All the adults would dress up as their doppelganger and it was the best)
Derik. He didn't seem to come around much, but whenever he did something hilarious happened. Like the night that we were trying to get the head on a HUGE snowman and he was using his head for leverage and then his head got stuck underneath. Kylee peed my pants that night. Also the time that he found a spoon in his spaghetti at Macaroni Grill. Good times with that one.
Chris. Oh Chris. You silly boy. So in love Erica. The man in black who terrified us so much at the cemetery, and then pretended you were grounded. Real nice. But you did have a great house for murder in the dark and night games and every once in a while when you noticed I was around, you were kinda cool.
Chase. Chase was the best. We got to have sleepovers with him all the time because Rylee would fall asleep and we'd stay up late playing Goldeneye and laughing really hard about really dumb stuff. Chase was a little older and would drive us up to go snowboarding and while all the girls were about to fall asleep in the back he would slam on the brakes and yell and wake us up in a terrified frenzy and then laugh and laugh.
Trent was probably the oddest one. Trent moved into Chase's old house, so it just kinda seemed like we had to be his friend. He was the most okay with being a complete freak with the girls and we had some WEIRD times and a lot of times where we were just laughing uncontrollably. He has a very unexpected side to him and loves the song Cha-Cha-Cha.
Coons. What a goon. His porch is where the magic happened. Also that basement. It was filled with fity (in this stage of my life I would never say fifty, only fity) love sacs. There were many times when the boys would bury the girls in these fity love sacs and we would come out not looking too hot. The Coons also kept their dogs in cribs, which Kylee and I were not okay with. One time while all the boys were having an all night Halo fest, us girls decided to go and power box them (mostly because we were mad they weren't hanging out with us) Coons was maaad, and it wasn't funny mad. We were a little scared.
Max. He was the cool one. He would come around occasionally and we all felt like we had to do something more cool, so we'd go and get drinks at Kohler's. The first Bloodclot show was in his garage, and it was one of the best nights of the year. We sold 4 shirts at the "Merch" table and they were all handmade and awesome. He is one of the nicest people and will not talk bad about people, no matter how annoying they are. I still can't decide if it's because he's nice and holding his tongue or if he really just doesn't get annoyed by people. Either way, it's impressive.
Jordan was so great. He was so easygoing and so comfortable to be around. You know how sometimes it's hard to be one on one with certain people? Jordan is not one of these people. He doesn't care. It's not awkward with him. He is just nice and funny. The lounge in his basement was a major chill-axin place for us. He was the person who first introduced me to Arrested Development in his dorm we sat on the floor and watched it on his laptop and I didn't think it was that funny. If I had only known, I owe him a lot for that.
Matt, Ben and Jordan in the chill ax lounge. You can also see the Ky-bot on the back wall. We all drew on those cardboard walls for hours it seemed like.
Ben. He was one of the only people who didn't live in the neighborhood but who was still allowed in the group. If Ben's blue van was parked anywhere on the street, you knew that's where everyone was hanging out. I still sometimes turn onto my street and look for that blue van. We would drive around in that thing and listen to Saves the Day so loud. He would draw some terrifyingly dark things that for some reason we laughed at. He was just too funny to take seriously most the time.
Adam. Or Donald. He was the craziest kid around. The best memories I have of him were in Math with him and Kylee and Mr. Ruchti. Talk about a magic combination. I never knew a class could be so fun. We would do the stupidest stuff in that class like seeing who could stare at the sun for the longest and walk out with our hoods on and in a single file line. I don't remember once worrying about what anyone thought of me in that class.(Which is kinda crazy, because I was being an imbecile and also I was always worried about what people were thinking of me)
Matt Robinson. What a gem. He was a pleasant surprise. I had no idea what a weirdo he was. One night me kylee, him and ben rode around in his car and the only way we would talk to each other was by doing that stupid cheer, "when i say _____, you say ____" This is how we communicated the entire night. It was effective and SO hilarious to us. Matt was the perfect boyfriend for Erica, because he got along with everyone so well. And even though I kinda hated him for stealing my best friend, he sure was a great addition to the group and he looked out for me and told me who I shouldn't date and which boys had crushes on me, so that was helpful.
These weirdos do a guys trip to Oneida every year and spend most the week doing the weirdest crap, naked. That's what I hear at least. Chris, Cody, Adam, Derik, Lawls(not sure how he got in there) and Ben
In Timpanogas Cave. (Before I realized that basketball shorts were unacceptable to wear in any situation)
I'll never forget my girls, but just for fun, I'll still give them a tribute anyway.
Kylee. She helped me not to care what other people thought. She taught me how to be more adventurous. She taught me how to not be so cheap or selfish, especially with friends. I can still laugh SO hard with her. We've been all over and done so much. We invented new words and even an entire language. She helped me savor my childhood and made it last so much longer than I thought it could. She was so creative and many times we would start games by lining us up and she would give us our name for the game and that would determine our character. We have so many inside jokes we could talk about them for hours and no one else would have an idea what we were talking about. She is one of the few people who is actually fun to sit at a computer with, we'd edit movies, play the most jacked up version of Sims, and make some really messed up American Girl plays. We made cat traps, played a game called Poacher that scared us so bad, we were never sure if we wanted to play, and made the most epic movies of all time!
Erica. My besto for so long. We'd communicate with our lights from our houses at night. It was so fun to see her bedroom light start flashing and then I would start flashing my deck light. That's where I had my first sleepover and I was SO homesick. Erica was weird and funny and so great. She taught me how to make friends and I'm sure I would have been an outcast in HS without her. She helped bring me out of my shell and as long as she was with me I could talk to anyone with confidence. I ate over and slept over at her house so often, it was sometimes weird when I was actually at home. I learned how to do a back flip on their trampoline on accident. I learned how to wake board, tube and be a boat person. I helped with chores just so I could spend more time with these freaks. Erica was the reason I started dancing, which is how I have met some of my most favorite people. We had way too much fun performing together. We would laugh so hard on stage sometimes we couldn't even dance. All our teachers in church, school and dance hated when we were together, because we could not control our laughter.