65 Shades of Mayberry

I didn’t want to get too close to THAT book title, but I think you get the reference.

It seems to be becoming a Friday night tradition for those Mayberry W-I-C-K natives who are home to have bar conversations on social media.

When we were growing up, our fall and winter Friday nights typically consisted of going to a football or basketball game, then heading down to a local pizza place to loiter outside, inside and in the parking lot. Overall we were good kids, so the pizza place owner let us hang out as long as many of us were buying. Additionally, the police never made us leave, well, until curfew around midnight.

Now that it’s been more than 20 years since high school, we seem to be finding other places to loiter. On occasion, when we can get out of the house, it’s at a local bar or hometown restaurant. Since most of us have kids, the easiest and least expensive way to loiter and still socialize is via social media.

As I’ve mentioned in one of my other posts (The Craziness that is Mayberry W-I-C-K), those of us from Mayberry W-I-C-K are a little “off” and really are not PC. We don’t have those social filters that most of civilized society does. Not saying that we ALL chew with our mouths open and scratch ourselves in public, but we just speak openly about whatever. To further clarify — Most of us actually do hold down well paid positions and interact in general society in an admirable manner, we just remove all filters when we are together.

Last night’s conversation was started with a repost requesting people to post their deepest secrets. Obviously we went for the best bait possible, not even starting with a 5 cent fake lure.

The conversation quickly became one that really was only appropriate for a fraternity party fueled by multiple kegs and grain alcohol punch. Yet, the puns and prodding continued, no one concerned that comments are there for eternity. I’m sitting here today chuckling and shaking my head that although the conversation was slightly “encouraged” by a few glasses (or bottles) of adult beverages by the participants’ own admission, it would not have been much different with or without drinks. Last counts (as of moments ago), the thread – which is continuing this morning – is nearing 350 comments.

I’d love to share with you the topics we touched on during the conversation, but I can only allude to them via the title I’ve chose for this blog. Please use your imagination. We did, however talk about the Streakfest we’ve tentatively planned (which I mentioned in my other post linked above) and talked about possible slogans and t-shirt designs. This morning the conversation is continuing about how we all need to get a life, that we’d like this Friday nights to continue, someone on the thread needs to deliver breakfast to all of use (skattered across the region) and the landscaping being completed by the local teen detention group. It’s a cacaphony of random thoughts that somehow we just “get.”

Random passers-by on our walls make comments about how stunned and fascinated they are by us. I just consider myself lucky that I can have free entertainment without leaving the comfort of my own home.



The craziness that is Mayberry W-I-C-K

I’ve mentioned that I grew up in a friendly little town where everyone knew everyone.

We have managed to reconnect through these incredible social media platforms and it’s truly like we never lost touch. Even those of us who weren’t necessarily friends during school are now “talking” on a daily basis.

None of us are truly able to explain the “odd” connection we have to one another. It’s as if we had grown up in a small secluded hamlet somewhere in the middle of a field. Yet, Mayberry WICK is fewer than 20 miles outside of a major Midwestern city. We are suburban kids with great exposure to the outside world, but we still cling to one another like family.

The conversations we have on social media quickly spin out of control and it’s one of my greatest forms of entertainment.

Yesterday a benign conversation about yet another Fellini-esque dream of mine (see — https://theforgetfulgenius.wordpress.com/2013/03/11/fellini-has-nothing-on-me/) that included how impossible it is to explain Mayberry WICK turned into all of us planning a “1st Annual Streaking in the Quad.”

Now, we’re all over 40 (or close to it) and there is no Quad in our hometown. Also, as it was recently pointed out, unless you’re still in college, streaking is typically a spontaneous thing….

We have at least ten 40-something men ready to participate, a bunch of women ready to distract the hometown police, take pictures and do a stride by stride commentary. Even the moms of our classmates are in on this. (These are the moms who were our homeroom moms and brought us snacks. They are our second moms who kept us safe. LOVE them!)

Rather than build a quad, the location for the event is going to be an “imaginary” quad between two popular bars down the town’s main street.

Does any of this possibly make sense to anyone other than us?

I was nearly crying, laughing as the thread about the “event” blew up with men volunteering or agreeing when we tagged them in the thread.

The guys weren’t concerned about streaking per se, just if their tan would be up to par or if it was in broad daylight or if there would be any drinking involved. No thought about legalities or anything. I love how they think! Seize the opportunity!

The best part about all of us from Mayberry WICK is that this event is, most likely, going to happen this summer.  When it does, I’ll be sure to post pictures (with all faces and “stuff” covered). This could be THE event in Northeast Ohio this summer!