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"Ever have the Chickenpox? I did! Thanks Uncle Bri. See, Uncle Bri got them when he was 16--he maintains from working the checkout at A&amp;amp;P. So if he was 16, I was 18 and it was June. 18 + June = PROM. Yep, I had the mother-effing chickenpox for the prom--essentially the most important thing ever to an 18-year-old (with a ridiculous dress in a celery-gag-me-hue). My poor date, Marco! More prom nightmare after the jump.I was down-the-shore for Memorial Day Weekend in Wild Wood, NJ at some disgusting, but you know cool hotel drinking Black House (why?) and doing &amp;quot;gummy shots&amp;quot; with my bud Josh. It&amp;#x27;s when you drop a gummy bear in a beer and suck it up (why?). I know, cool then--LAME-O now. [Note to JD: Please say no to underage drinking. Please don&amp;#x27;t ever do drugs. I love you.] Well, once I had a good buzz I hopped in the shower to get ready (= put on some itty-bitty outfit). In the shower I saw a dot, then another, then another...and another...Then I sobbed under the water while my besties Phylissa, Renee, Krista, Katie and Amy (still all buds btw) banged on the door: &amp;quot;Cop (my nickname), are you okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Prrrrr-om...Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrom! No!&amp;quot; My Mom and Dad drove 4 hours which = 7 because it was Memorial Day Weekend to come get me and take me home (They were horrified. Ever cruise the main drag in Wild Wood on MDW? Half-naked people drinking Everclear--FYI). The next day my doc put me on Herpes medication (not my fondest hour--um, no!) to stop the outbreak. Seriously--hello, I had to go to prom--PROM. Well, the outbreak stopped, but the meds made me woozy...coupled with Sound Factory (some NYC club that existed 10 years ago--that is now Pacha) I was in a different galaxy--Prom, what? Huh? Who? Ready for the worst? I got one stubborn pock on my forehead--it looked like an angry pimple on crack. I dabbed it with Calamine lotion--don&amp;#x27;t do it. Um, dried it up INSTANTLY--so now I had a dried up booger on my forehead for PROM. I picked it off and now eternally, I have a teeny little scar--on my FACE. Gawd! Now for the real drama--Little Bro Bri was so sick. He almost died. DIED. Seriously. Kid had pox everywhere--under his tongue, under his eyelids, under his fingernails, on his, um man parts. He had pox on pox. One morning he turned grey and passed out in my Dad&amp;#x27;s arms--welcome to 911 at 7 am in the morning. Luckily the hospital drugged him up good and the rest of his illness was a bubbly, blubbery daze. God Bless Western Medication. GF Carlo never got the pox. Guess we were healthy kids--but I think I would have rather had them at say 8--not 18. My mom should have exposed me to my bud, Renee, I think when she was polka-dotted--then I could have gave them to Carlo--Carlo to Bri! Tell me about your Chickenpox experience and would you ever let your kid go to a Pox Party? (!)--literally encourage your healthy kid to lick the Chick Pox&amp;#x27;ed kid&amp;#x27;s lolly pop while you have afternoon tea with your girlfriends. I dunno, man! JD was vaccinated, but that doesn&amp;#x27;t exactly act like a magic spell, still I dunno if I&amp;#x27;d subject my healthy love bug to a sick bug--would you? Did you? No shame--share. I&amp;#x27;m curious. Maybe I will one day. PS: OMGYouGuys I have huge Matt and Maddy news. Keep reading this week!"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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