All Booties Up

So in kindergarten I met my best friend, Brad.  And Brad was a boy and I was a girl.   Now that I think about it, we are still a boy and a girl.  Phew.  So also growing up I was somewhat of a tomboy. And by tomboy, I mean ugly.  I'm sure Grandma Patsy has a picture or two that would make you wince, Bloggy.  My best feature was my buck teeth.  For real.  Man, braces and mascara can really work magic. But that's cool, I was good at sports. And Brad and I were some super competitive peeps.  We were all man I don't care if you win or I win while secretly tying the other person's shoelaces together.

Anyway, since Brad was a boy, he hung around with boys, Try to keep up with me here, Bloggy.  So therefore I hung around with a few boys in my time. Not like THAT, Bloggy.  Jesus.  Get a grip. And one of the games the Stuy Town boys played was called All Booties Up.  It was your regular handball style game, but if you missed, you had to turn around and stand with your hands up against the wall with your booty sticking out so all the other players could try to hurl the ball as far as they could up your a$$.

Now, luckily, mama was good at sports so it didn't happen to me all that often.  And Brad would always be nice and try to get me out of the punishment because none of the boys really wanted to practice domestic violence anyway.  Of course if Brad was mad at me, he would be like get your a$$ up against that wall.


The best is when everyone is like hey! Let's play some Duck Duck Goose or some Red Rover, and I am like or how about some All Booties Up?  Crickets.   I'm like, oh you guys don't play that?