Monday, July 14, 2008
Curfew. That word has always been foreign to me. I never had a curfew growing up. Never. I know you're thinking...who would need a curfew in Florence, SC? It's not like there was a ton of stuff to do. Nevertheless, my mom never gave me a curfew. She would always say..."you need to come in at a respectable hour." She never said "be home by 1am". She didn't have to. I knew better. Even as a married man, I still don't have a curfew. Mrs12 knows that when I do go out, I'm not gonna be out too long. I've never been a dude who came in when the sun was coming up. I'm a morning person. I don't like to "sleep in".
The only time that I had a curfew was when I played football in college at South Carolina State University. We had a curfew of 11pm. Was that a fair time? Prolly not...but I understood. From August to December, I had to be in the dorm by that time. I didn't like the curfew but I abided by it.
One Friday night before the season started, I put the curfew to the test. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 11:30 pm and I was STARVIN'. I was chillin in my dorm room with my partner/teammate Quevin. He was starvin', too. He suggested that we should call somebody to bring us some food. I called one of my best friends, Nicole, to see if she had any food that she could bring to me.
Me: Sup Nicole? Do you have any food over there? I'm starvin'
Nicole: I've got a couple of boxes of Famous Amos oatmeal and raisin cookies.
Me: Word? Bring em to me. Now!!!
Nicole: Are you crazy? I just took a shower and I just washed my hair. I'm not coming outside!!! If you want em, come over here.
Me: Man, I can't come over there. It's past my curfew.
Nicole: Well...I guess you're not that hungry.
I had a decision to make. I wasn't gonna go...although oatmeal and raisin cookies are my FAVORITE!!! Quevin convinced me to go! He wanted some cookies. We had a scrimmage game the next day. We knew that we weren't gonna play that much anyway b/c we were young. We knew that we were taking a risk but we had to eat.
So we rolled to Nicole's dorm. We devoured the cookies on the spot and spent 10 mins talking with Nicole and her roommates. As we were getting ready to leave, Q suggested that we stop by the pajama party that was going on. I thought that we'd be ok. We were only gonna stay there for 5 mins.
We went to the party and stayed for 30 mins. As we were leaving, we were spotted and busted by one of the grad assistant coaches. Damn! I couldn't believe it. We told him that we had only come out of the dorm to get something to eat. He told us that he believed us and he wouldn't tell the coach. He lied! The next day, afte the scrimmage, our coach announced "I need to see Kyle and Quevin after we're done". My heart sank. I didn't think that the dude was gonna rat us out. It was 98 degrees out there. The LAST thing that I wanted to do was to have to run extra laps after the scrimmage!!! Not only did we have to run but we had to ROLL THE FIELD (process of laying on the ground and rolling continuously for 100 yards) and we had to BEAR CRAWL (the process of crawling on all fours but you can't use your knees). It was hell. I threw up...several times.
All of that for some damn cookies! LOL
Did you have a curfew? What time was it? Have you ever been caught breaking curfew?