Thursday, December 9, 2010

Buildin' Forts

Who doesn't remember the days of building forts in your parents living room? Using plenty of pillow and blankets and various other house-hold items to assemble a little cave around the couch with siblings and friends was always one of my favorite past times. It was a serious challenge finding a way to hang sheets to the ceiling and hoping the couch cushions don't fall for the 65th time so that you can finally complete your fort. Ahh, it seems like yesterday.

And, it kind of was. Well, not yesterday, but just over a year go I was building one of the most epic forts I've ever built. Senior year of college, 8 girls living in a house in Seattle and one to many sets of sheets. One rainy Saturday we were all laying around on our big green couches deciding what to do. There was nothing good to do outside since it was pouring and we decided that the only logical thing to do would be to build a fort. FYI: We were sober.

Everyone brought down all their pillows, sheets and extra blankets and we went to town on that living room. Feeling crafty, we brought down various scarfs to hang the sheets from hooks on the ceiling. This shit was serious.

And then we spent the next week in our fort, drunk. We only left the fort for food and booze runs. I'm not sure anyone went to class that.....ahh, priorities.

Countless visitors stopped by to revel in this fort's greatness...or to revel in our oddness. I guess 22 year olds in a fort is weird to some people?

The moral of the story is-get off your butt and build a fort. Release that inner child. GO WILD!