We’re Going to Do This

BFF-defining moments can be very sweet, like sharing a grilled cheese sandwich in a car to ease nerves before the first day of an improv class. Most of my friendship-defining moments are a bit more macabre, like laughing about how awkward it is that one of your eight mutual friends on Facebook is dead. I love you, Kat.

My favorite “yes, we are officially best friends as of this moment” moment started with an innocent conversation about how Swedish dudes piss everywhere, and that the small town we lived in was probably covered in Swedish dude piss. Every train, every bus, every sidewalk — Swedish dude urine. Oh, and put this in the context of living in Sweden, because I used to do that. Surprises — I got ’em. Anyways, my friend Caitlin and I had never peed in a public place, and we were going to make it happen.

We took a bus to this art forest called Wånas. It’s the kind of place Yoko Ono puts on art exhibits in an attempt to look cool/pretend to be relevant in other areas of the world. It’s basically just a forest that’s an art museum and that has a $15 salad bar that everyone accidentally steals because they think it comes with it. We got off the bus with some friends to explore the art forest, while we repeated “we’re doing this. we’re doing this.” to each other. We quickly realized there were bathrooms everywhere in the art forest, but whatever, we were doing this. We spent the greater part of an hour exploring the art, and by that I mean looking for the perfect place to lose our outdoor urination v-cards. This blog post is quite charming. We found an abandoned-looking (art) building that made weird river and ghost sounds. And we did it.

Believe it, achieve it, BFF it.

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Feel free to share your most memorable BFF moment in the comments 🙂

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23 thoughts on “We’re Going to Do This

  1. I love it! You are so funny, my wife thinks it’s weird I pee outside but hey, we live in the sticks. I hope you brought some TP hehe 😉

  2. This post took the cake for me tonight! Pee pacts of friendship… hmmm… makes me wonder how you did it ’cause if you were a guy, it’d be easy to figure out. O.0 Now… girls… that’s just hard to speculate on. How’d you manage not to wet your clothes?

  3. I love it!

    Swedish guys, BFF, urine…what’s not to love?

    Mine would have to be when I walked into an ice cream store and the guy behind the counter started talking to me like we were going to be hanging out that weekend, like he knew me somehow. That was 12 years ago. We’ve been hanging out ever since.

  4. This made me laugh out loud, although less at the peeing (which, let’s face it, was more of a personal moment between you and the BFF) and more at the whole art-forest-$15-salad-bar-that-people-accidentally-steal stuff. Love it.

  5. Loved that one, Ashley. Amusingly, my BFF and I became friends in a bathroom. We were 14 and out with a group of mutual friends, and I went into the bathroom and she barged in right after me. I said, “Um, I don’t know you right now, and I have to pee.” She said, “Yeah, okay, we’re both girls, have at it. I’ll go after you.” And then we chatted and laughed, and ended up BFFs. She’s been barging in on me in the bathroom for almost 20 years now. 🙂

  6. Now of course you must also realize that as boys, we used to take a leak against a building (usually the school) and watch to see the stream run down the asphalt, hoping that we could achieve the longest of streams. It’s sort of a rite of passage (or was then) and I never considered it as a way to bond with my friends…but hey it’s a new era! Congrats, Ashley – you’ve succeeded in pissing in public!

  7. Male or female…nothing bonds like publicly urinating together. I don’t know if it’s the shared nudity or the shared criminality….or that you just want someone to talk to while you piss.

  8. Bahahahaha!!! Love it!! Sounds just like me and my awkward lovely wonderfully messed up BFFs.
    The rest of your blog is awesome too.
    🙂
    Melissa

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