I’ve slept outside a couple times. No, it wasn’t from being locked out of my house or anything like that. This was at a friend’s house. He invited me and another friend over for a night of fun and good clean wholesome fun. We mostly spent the night playing Super Nintendo, making light commentary & jokes, and hopping around on a trampoline (or as Homer Simpson likes to call it, a tramampoline!).
Note to self: Find more opportunities for Simpsons clips.
It was a good time, but instead of having sleeping bags on the floor, we put the sleeping bags on the trampoline and slept outside. It was quite relaxing, and ever since that night I’ve always wanted to get a nice big trampoline to sleep on. Sure, I’d jump on it too and get some exercise. Maybe I’d even attempt some flips and channel my inner Spider-Man. Ooh! And I’d especially wanna play a bunch of jumping-related music like “Jump” from Kriss Kross (in which I’d also have to wear my clothes backwards) and especially House of Pain’s “Jump Around.”
But to end a night of dancing to 90’s music, I’d wind down by stargazing and then fall asleep on the tramampoline as the sounds of nature relax my mind and remind me that I don’t have to feel cut off from the world. It’d be nice. And it’d sure beat sleeping on a lounge chair or hammock.
This does look mighty nice though.
I used to have a hammock a while ago, and it was the first time I ever used one. I never slept in it, I’d just lay down and relax. Eventually, that hammock got worn out and I had to throw it out. It’s tempting to get a new one, but one of the trees it was attached to is falling apart and awkward to look at. I don’t mean awkward in that, “You have something on your face,” kind of way. It’s more awkward in that, “Dear lord your face has more weird contrasting elements than an action scene in a John Woo film that has gunshots, bloodshed, ironic music playing, and turtledoves flying out for no reason at all other than an infatuation with said turtledoves.”
Those scenes do have cool action though. Anyway, the tree is a chinaberry tree and it’s basically falling apart. Not only that, it has become very brittle. How brittle? I once grabbed onto a branch and barely held on for just a few seconds before I heard it crack. I figured, “Yeah… this thing is coming down.” The tree must’ve got struck by lightning a while back or torn apart by the wind. Either way, the tree trunk split in half. At this rate, it could very well come apart after a few more windstorms. It’s a real shame too, ‘cause it looked really nice and does give shade when all the leaves are grown.
I’ve never been one of those anti-tree persons, so I’d hate to cut it down. I think those PSAs from the 90’s rubbed off on me. Anyone remember those? One in particular that comes to mind had this bird and… oh well it’s right here, so just check it out. It’s from ‘86, but it’s one of those commercials that lasted for a while before they eventually realized, “You know what? No… no more. Just no. We need less singing birds and more toy commercials!”
Wise decision. There were some pretty cool toys at the time.
Another commercial that comes to mind is this one for Cadbury Creme Eggs. It’s one of the first commercials I ever saw on TV and is on a videotape I still have to this day. Believe it or not, they actually still show this commercial on TV during Easter and that blows my mind.
I feel like this is a bit of a long post, but I’ll end with one more commercial. One that’s sure to hype everyone up and bring back memories of a time when the 90’s were all about being extreme. But not just, “Extreme!” It has to be written with all the energy 90’s kids like myself know and love. And you can love it too if you say it with me. Go ahead and type it like this… “EXTREME!” Once again… EXTREME! Say it out loud! EXTREME!
So what commercial has me pumped up and is perfect to end the post? Crossfire!
This is a bit of an abrupt ending to the entry, but hey why not end on a random fun high note? Thank you for reading everyone, and always remember never to tell someone that they smell like their own butt. That’s just wrong. Unless their butt does smell nice, but don’t go around sniffing people’s butts. Leave that to the dogs.
I’ll see ya next time! o/ CROSSFIRE!
Kasey Lewis - Actor, Writer, Creator 