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Monday, November 8, 2010

Memory Monday: The Abercrombie & Fitch Party

My whole life, I've felt very much like Josie Geller in the movie Never Been Kissed.  But not nearly as much as when I went to the "Abercrombie & Fitch" Party.  At least, that's what I ended up dubbing it.

For some comparison photos, this picture represents me.  Josie's nickname: Josie Grossie.
Seriously, this is me.  Always. are some Abercrombie & Fitch models:
I finally found a pic of A&F models that were slightly more dressed.  Yikes.  Bikes.

Okay.  So, it wasn't a real Abercrombie & Fitch party.  It was actually a party at the Governor's Mansion in Salt Lake City. 

During the summer after I graduated from college (2001-which seems SO weird to me that it was that long ago), I lived in Idaho Falls again, working at a hotel.  You know, really putting my degree to good use.  Although, in my defence, I graduated in finance, right after the whole stock market bubble burst.  Jobs in my field were a little scarce.

Somehow, me and my good friend Chelsey ended up in Salt Lake for a weekend, with Pete, his mission buddy Myers, and a guy I knew from drama classes in college named Dustin, who had been home from his mission all of, like, three days or something.  Maybe that's why we were down there-to see him for some reason.  He was from Farmington (the city right next to Lagoon).

So, Myers knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone that had been invited to this party.  So we got invited to it by default.

There were so many beautiful people there.  Everyone was dressed in the perfect clothes, and saying the perfect things.  They were gliding around, chortling at each other's witty jokes, and having the perfect comeback ready.  They danced the perfect dance moves to the perfect music.  The party had the perfect lighting.  All the girls were skinny and had long shimmery hair.  All the guys had muscly arms and trendy clothes.

...And then there was me.

"Hey Guy.  Guys.  Guy's guys!"  hee-hee *snort!*

I remember trying to "flirt" with a guy.  I started talking about the bench in the hall.  I'm pretty sure I let out a few more "hee-hee *snort!*"s in between words. 

I also remember trying to talk to Dustin.  I asked him something about his mission-he had served in Zimbabwe.  I think I asked about the language, and asked him to say something.  And...he started singing some tribal song.  At the top of his lungs.  In the middle of the dancing area.  He was totally fine with it, like it was a normal thing to burst out in song in a different language.  I, on the other hand, was mortified.  Maybe I shouldn't have been.  But I think it was my own insecurities that brought that reaction out of me.  Like, don't draw unwarranted stares from the pretty people!  I'm trying to blend, not stand out even more!  His song was very Lion King, and I think in a different setting would have been awesome.  But not at the Governor's Mansion.

We left after a while.  I had never felt more...little.  And dorky.  Not that anyone was mean.  They were just all so....model-y.

We went to Dustin's house and watched a movie.  I don't remember which one.  Though, I think Never Been Kissed would have been appropriate. That, or Zoolander.


Karlenn said...

Hahahaha! That is soooo Salt Lake City. All of the perfect people, with perfect hair and bodies. It is a little intimidating. And I'm sure that your flirting didn't fall as flat as you think. You were the champion flirter. I giggled picturing the dude singing the African tribal song. So funny.

Pete said...

We went with a guy that me and Myers served with named, and his first name escapes me, Elder Tolboe. His dad knew some guy putting on that party or something so we ended up going with him. And yeah good times were had by all.

Mindy H. said...

You were always so cute and confident and cool in high school, I can't even imagine you feeling out of place at a party like that! Snotty rich, overly-pretty people would be lucky to have you there to liven up their parties.

And since I have slacked off on other comments...

Yellowstone looked beautiful. I haven't been there since college, so maybe I will have to make the trek next year. As impressive as all of the nature shots were, I loved the Ivy "Wow!" photo the most. So cute!

I'm glad your Halloween was so nice. And I am with you on the pumpkin painting instead of carving. The kids can be much more creative with the paint and you don't have to worry about knives and smelly pumpkin guts.

CHELZERS said...

OH MY GOSH Nat. I'm crying laughing so hard. I think about that party from time to time. And I think about my own josie-grossie-ness on a tri-weekly basis, at least. HAHAHA! How many people are seriously going to get the 'yikes...bikes!!" thing? Sometimes I randomly say that after someone says yikes, but no one gets it. then i just feel even more josie-er. lol Thanks for making my day and re-living the evening for me. the details have gotten

Amy Cindy said...

that's interesting. abercrombie and fitch

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