Stories from my childhood

Ok I am starting a new section on this blog called "Stories from my childhood".  And that is exactly what this is going to be.  My first story takes us back to the year 2002.  My senior year of High School.  Spring break to be more exact.  This was probably the best spring break that I ever had.  It was amazing because we went on a mission trip to New York city after 9/11.  It was my sister, BoBo, Alyssa, Samantha, TT, JoJo, myself, and Mikeydise.  This trip was kind of like a right of passage for me.  Many things happened. On this trip I found out my level of lactose intolerancy.  My body sent me a memo that no milk will be tolerated.  I would now like to apologize to everyone that was in the van. Dang we ate a lot of pizza on that trip.  There were moments I will never forget like when after we got off of the subway in midtown. Alyssa asked her mom why her hand had been in her back pocket during the whole ride.  Teresa's response was "My hand never went into your back pocket".  I guess it was that homeless dude. Gross.  During that trip we were all on a Godfather kick.  We would watch the NCAA tournament and then switch back to whichever part of the Godfather we were on (This was the tournament that KU went to the final four and lost to Maryland and Jay Williams missed those free throws against Duke, D'oh)  As everybody knows the Godfather part 3 is probably the worst third part of a trilogy ever.  It's a terrible movie.  Part of what makes it terrible is the acting of Sofia Coppala.  I mean wow.  Since then she has quit acting and has directed some excellent movies (Lost in Translation, The Virgin Suicides).  But she almost single handedly ruinded that movie (I won't give her all the credit, the script was terrible).  The only good part of the movie is the last four minutes.  Coincedentally this is also the part of the movie where Sofia's character takes a slug to the chest piece and dies.  At this part of the film Al Pacino does some of his bes work. He pulls out his famous silent scream.  Alana Paradise and Natalie Young know that when Michael and I find a joke that we like we work that mug like a government mule (notice that I said "we like" and not funny.)  Our bit for this trip was to find a huge staircase like in the movie and I would trip on purpose and fall down and hurt my knee.  Michael would quickly move in while I was lying down and make the silent scream face while dozens of New Yorkers walked by acting like they didnt' see us.  This was/is hilarious.  Some of the people walking by actually got the reference.  In hindsight maybe we shouldn't have done it at the Guggenheim.  All in all that trip was the best spring break I have ever had.  Watch this clip and imagine me in the dress and Michael dying at the end.