Nov 17 2007
The Birth of the Conceitrio
Welcome to Soap Opera Sunday, Gentle Readers. This week, the lovely, talented, and GORGEOUS crew who run the Anonymous Soapiness site are our Guest Hosts, so if you’re playing along, or looking for more SOSes, head on over there.
(Yes, Kate and I run the Anonymous Soapiness site…)
When I was 15, my parents moved me into a new house. I SO didn’t want to live there, in that obnoxiously snooty neighborhood on Snob Hill. As far as I could tell, everyone up here was a cheerleader or a drug addict or both, and I didn’t like them, and I didn’t want to like them. I avoided them all for a whole year.
One day, there was a church activity for the youth–specifically the Young Women (the girls age 12-18). Now, every ward in the Church has youth activities. Where I came from, we were happy with getting together in the field near the church and playing kick-the-can or whatever. But on Snob Hill, things were different, even church activities— the activity here was that everyone was bringing their boats to Lake Powell for a huge 5-day camp out.
Um, yeah. First, I didn’t like these people and I didn’t want to spend more than two seconds with them. Secondly, I didn’t think I could stomach everyone standing around in their slutty swimsuits and superiority complexes while we pretended to be having a Church activity.
But, dearest Mommy and Daddy were concerned about my total disdain for our new neighbors and thought it would be good for me to go and have some bonding time with them. I remember thinking that I’d rather yank off my toenails with tweezers, but somehow I suddenly found myself in someone’s BMW riding the four hour drive to Lake Powell.
Slowly but surely, I did begin to make friends with some of the girls. One girl adored me right off the bat, because my older brother Chris had been her drug counselor a few years before and had apparently made a huge difference in helping her break her addiction. Another girl liked me because she had read one of my mom’s books. And, finally, a girl who we will call Minki liked me because she, too, was a bit of a fish out of water just like me. Don’t get me wrong— her daddy had his boat there, her swimsuit was probably the sluttiest of them all, and she knew everyone and had been around forever. But strangely enough, we clicked and soon we became practically inseparable.
And that, dear ones, will suffice for this week. Stay tuned for next week, when Minki and I acquire the third member of our clan and officially becoming the Conceitrio. 
ooooh, I see the word “clique” coming
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whoa!!! you don’t have the it must be a one piece rule??? We do here!! and my daughters hate it. We live on a lake and they wear bikinis all the time but for activities its a major no no.
The conceitrio! I can’t wait for more.
More, More, MORE!!
Aaahhh! Now we really get to delve into your tortured psyche!! I can’t wait for the exploits of the Conceitrio! Happy SOS!
BTW, congratulations on being over halfway through the NaBlowPornoShow (or whatever!). I know it has not always been easy, but you have hung in there and stuck to your commitment and that counts for something (if nothing else than to prove you deserve to be “committed”!). Hang in there darlin’ and I hope you have lots of lovely things to blog about the rest of the month! BTW, wishing you an early “Happy Thanksgiving”!
Hey doll. Sounds awfully Heathers-ish if you asked me!!
PS - Thanks for setting up the new site.
Hey doll. Sounds awfully Heathers-ish if you asked me!!
PS - Thanks for setting up the new site.
uh uhhhh, trouble is ahead!
The Conceitrio is a great name. I can’t wait to hear more about your escapades.
This sounds an awful lot like my Swedish daughter’s trio in high school - can’t wait to hear more!
He He He He
Hahahaha, I remember people arguing over which high school in the valley was “the rich school” because there seemed to be at least one neighborhood around each high school filled with McMansions. But, if your YW group went to Lake Powell with all their own boats for an activity, I think they might win the “rich contest”. We were lucky to have an activity at Utah Lake with or without a boat.
The suspense is marvelous. Love the “Conceitrio” concept.
Ah, Snob Hill. Many memories about that here, too.
It always cracks me up when people who frequent it say “Lake Pal” instead of “Lake Powell.”
Okay, that wasn’t anywhere near long enough!
Hmmmm…
Brillig, I have a question for you. Whenever you host SOS or Wordless Wednesday there is a link bar that you set up so we can link back to your page. How do/Can I download that same link bar on my webpage? I’m cooking up a little something of my own, and that would definetely help me in my scheme.
LOVE the name!!!
Very intriguing… you tease! Can’t wait to read the rest!
Oh man! You cant leave me hanging like THAT!
waittttttttt don’t stop now…
you truly are the SOS master..
Your mom writes books? Hope you post more about that sometime…I didn’t know that.
[…] Check it out! While looking through the blogosphere we stumbled on an interesting post today.Here’s a quick excerpt [IMG] Welcome to Soap Opera Sunday, Gentle Readers. This week, the lovely, talented, and GORGEOUS crew who run the Anonymous Soapiness site are our Guest Hosts, so if you’re playing along, or looking for more SOSes, head on over there. (Yes, Kate and I run the Anonymous Soapiness site…) When I was 15, my parents moved me into a new house. I SO didn’t want to live there, in that obnoxiously snooty neighborhood on Snob Hill. As far as I could tell, everyone up here was a cheerleader or a drug […]