Sticky...

Have you ever had your right eye glued shut by a marshmallow?

I didn't think so. It's a strange feeling for sure.

I had the privilege of experiencing this most unique sensation just last night in Canyon Glen Park in Provo Canyon. See, I have this friend. To protect the not-so-innocent, we'll call him *Dexton. He's a most unique person. We went to Orem Junior High School together, as well as Mountain View High School. It's very strange, because while I clearly remember him in high school, and I clearly remember knowing that I knew him before high school, I cannot, for the life of me, remember ever meeting him or even knowing him in junior high.

He can't remember meeting me or knowing me in junior high either. It's a most unique friendship. Or odd. Or both. Whatever.

Anyway, we (my most unique friend and I--along with a bunch of friends) were a-roastin' marshmallows after we roasted some delicious hot dogs. I was cracking up because he was getting marshmallow all across his chin, and I was trying to resist the nanny/mommy instincts that bellowed at me to lick my thumb and wipe the marshmallow off. Then he tried to feed me a marshmallow with the same hand he had used to build the fire. I was slapping his hands and the marshmallow away from my face when his little sister called to me and asked me a question. I'm a polite person, so I tried to answer her.

The second I glanced away, there was a grubby hand pushing a marshmallow into my mouth and across my face. I would've shrieked but my jaws were glommed together with melted marshmallow. I hit his hand away, which, instead of getting it away from me, managed to swipe mallow across my right eye, effectively cementing my top and bottom eyelashes together. My bangs are a little long so they fell into my eye, and trying to get them out of the marshmallow only made it worse. So now my eye was glued shut, and my bangs were glued to my eye, and my hand was stuck in my bangs.

I lost my roasting stick along the way, and it wasn't until I felt a tugging on my pantleg that I looked down (only with my left eye, because my right was glued shut) to see it stuck to my leg. My punk of a friend was trying to unstick it, but was having difficulties, due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs, a result of the hysterical whoops of laughter coming out of him. He was kind enough to escort me to the restrooms (I managed to get some mallow off myself and onto his nice shirt--haha), where I tried to unglue my eyelashes with weak-sauce toilet paper that immediately disintegrated when I got it wet.

That kid is just lucky I hardly ever get angry. I laughed like crazy during the whole thing. I only wished I had a camera right then. The one day I don't haul it around with me.

Good times.

That's right, big guy, this post is for you. :)

*Name has not really been changed.