We had always wanted to do bad things together. And this was probably the worst. We’re not bad kids, we really aren’t. We’d swear and make our parents go crazy with the things we threatened to do; but in the end, we'd never do anything.
Ivan and I have grown up together. I met him when I was about 7.
Both our families were homeschooled, so we had a lot of free time on our hands. And man, how we used that time. From building elaborate forts in the woods, to running around in capes and sword fighting, we did everything a sheltered homeschooler should do.
My brother would always come along with us, even though he was a couple years younger, but the three of us were basically inseparable.
Once, when we were about 11 or 12, we decided to steal some beer from the fridge. We mapped out our plan for not letting the parents see us. My brother would distract them, and Ivan and I would open the fridge and grab a few bottles.
We really were clever kids, and our plan worked brilliantly. We nabbed three Dos Equis and ran out to our fort in the back. We felt so proud of ourselves. We were Badass. Or so we thought. But as we looked at our stolen beer, we realized, we didn’t have the guts to drink them. What if the parents smelled it on our breath? We’d be dead then.
In the end, we just left them there; a reminder of how we could be bad if we really wanted to.
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Both of our families have attended the same church for 10+ years now. And over the years, we've acquired a taste for wine. In the Orthodox church, real wine is used for the communion, and so, even though you get only a spoonful once, maybe twice a week, your taste buds get used to the pungent drink after a while. By the time I was 13 or so, I was a wine connoisseur. One week at church we might have Manichewitz wine, and the three of us had discussions whether we preferred this to the port wine, even the freshly made Greek wine used at past Sunday services. Over the years, we decided, hands down, Manichewitz was the best.
This past spring, we decided to take our badass-ness to another level. On Easter, our service gets out around 1am, and we always pull an all-nighter. This year, we ditched the energy drinks, and went for something a little stronger.
There was a case of old church wine in the basement of our church;and to our luck, it was Manichewitz. And so, not wanting to let this perfectly good case of wine go bad, we decided to take it with us to Ivan’s house after the service.
We all trudged up a big hill behind his house. We had a feast of fresh baguettes, cheese and wine, and man, did it taste good. We each had a bottle…and then some. Its the kind of wine that gets really good and strong with age. It has this really nice bold flavor, and since it had been sitting there for a while, it was a little stronger than usual. We were sitting on top of a hill in early spring...but we weren't cold at all.
We all watched the sunrise, and laughed and talked about how we couldn’t believe we actually went through with our plan. Then, once all the wine was gone, we decided to go do something more innocent and traditional. We walked over to the nearby dump and smashed a few abandoned cars with golf clubs.
It was one of the best nights of my life.