Here's the song:
I have been snickering and singing that song since seeing the movie again, non-stop. It is even my ringtone right now. Because I have problems. The Cap'n just sighed and rolled his eyes at me after the eleventy-thousandth rendering of the Tiger Song. Then he said, "You know, you only like that song because you tried to break into Mike Tyson's house in high school and you just flailed around the front gate with Bridget and then drove away in her mom's car giggling."
Holy CROW. I had forgotten about that! It was 1990 and I was either a junior or a senior in high school (depending on if it was spring or fall). My bestest and dearest friend had just moved to Bernardsville, NJ. I went to spend the weekend with her and in a fit of boredom, she suggested we go for a drive and look at his house. I was the genius who thought we should stop and knock on the door.
Yes. Lil' Mike Tyson. It would've been exactly like Lil' Jerry Seinfeld the fighting chicken, except that it would have been real and I was a person (not a chicken) and Mike Tyson never answered the damn door so we just drove away giggling and listening to Digital Underground.
Anyway, as of this weekend, I had completely forgotten all about my trip to Mike Tyson's house. And the fact that Bridget took a picture of me banging on the gates. The Cap'n had to remind me about that too. I'm starting to think I have worm-holes in my brain. How could I forget something so incredibly important and awesome?
When I found the picture, there was a note on the back:
"This is a picture of Lydia attempting to break into the abode of one Mike Tyson, while I hide behind the car and take pictures like the wuss I am."
Here's the picture:
Please note what I am wearing in my attempt to break and enter:
- a straw hat
- a Laura Ashley shirt
- LL Bean shorts
- ankle socks
- white suede bucks
So, yes. I actually did try to drop by Mike Tyson's house in a manner that could be fairly categorized as "trespassing". And no, I was not trying to steal his tiger because fortunately, I had no idea that such a possibility existed. And my antics clearly pre-date the movie "The Hangover" by more than 15 years, proving that I have always been a pioneering jackhole and have always had best friends who make superior fashion choices.
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