The only sneaking out we have to do as adults is the morning after, but there was a time in our betchhoods when sneaking out the back door was the only way we could go out and party.
In our teenage betch years, our parents didn’t always trust us to stay out past 11 pm without getting into some shady shit. Probably rightfully so, considering the reason we wanted to go out in the first place was to do some shady shit. Regardless, in order to get unchaperoned time playing beer pong with upperclassmen, we had to use our soldier skills to get out of the house that kept us safe and warm at night.
First of all, if you had parents that stayed up later than you, this was a very bold thing to do. But being that your house was unnecessarily large, the long corridors kept your room far away from where your parents were doing whatever they were doing. The key was to announce you were going to bed and maybe throw in a bullshit plan for early next morning like, “Going to get some sleep for a big test tomorrow.” This was just enough to let them know you were being responsible and also that they shouldn’t bother to check on you for fear of waking you up.
The first time you snuck out, it was probably terrifying, but you quickly learned that walking out an actual door made way more sense than climbing through any window. If your parents were asleep, then the front door was the way to go. For some reason, whenever you snuck out, it was an epic night. Maybe it was because you were plagued by the fear that if you got caught, this would be your last chance to have fun. Whatever it was, whether you ended up making out on a playground or at a house party, you seized the night like only a dumb teenager would.
The scariest part about sneaking out was always the sneaking back in. You never knew what you might come home to. You imagined your parents awake in the living room, waiting for you to come home to being eternally grounded. Once you got back into the house, it was all about making it back to your room before anyone heard anything. As an extra precaution, you probably planted clothes in the bathroom or your closet – somewhere you could change quickly in the event your parents woke up and opened your door.
As an adult, you may not have to sneak out anymore, but sometimes you get judging looks from your doorman as you come back home. But our days sneaking out prepared us for a swift exit from any situation, and we have that to be thankful for.