Whew! Another day when I sat down to read and post about a half a million times and I was interrupted at each turn. Aw, well...
Happy Birthday to Jennifer (though I don't really know you, but your name reminds me of Donavan's "Jennifer Juniper" and that song always puts me in good spirits.)
DR JMK, I hope Gabe's feeling okay after that experience. And since green is supposed to be a great color to aid in healing, have the little guy soak up all the GREENhe can tomorrow.
And some lightning bolt vibes for DR Panni so she'll be a creative sorceress at her BM.
I've had more than my share of wacky dates, but I can't talk about most of them on a family message board. One that I can mention also involved a Jewish princess, but she was actually a very sweet girl who contributed only a little in the way of wackiness to our date. We met in a summer college course I had taken in presenting children's theatre and we both hit it off immediately. A group of my friends from the class decided to go see Woody Allen's Interiors at the TLA in Philly on a Friday night, and I took the opportunity to ask Melanie along as our official first date. I picked her up and we drove to my friend's house where everyone was meeting up. We all piled into two cars (not my own) and headed for the city. Once we at the theatre and getting into our seats, I began to notice that something was up with my friends. They were whispering conspiratorially and giggling and acting more goofy than usual. I thought that they were just stoned, but I learned that they had all dropped quarter tabs of orange sunshine before Melanie and I arrived at the house. As I sat with a mad-on trying to watch the movie, Melanie kept leaning over and whispering comments like "I don't think your friends like me" and "This movie isn't supposed to be funny, is it?" I couldn't wait for the movie to be over so we could get the hell out of there. But as luck would have it, my friends wanted to stay for the next feature: the Friday night midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Show. Now while I dimly knew about the movie, I had no idea what went on at those midnight showings. And as people began walking up and down the aisles and singing in make-up and costumes and as pieces of toast and rolls of toilet paper were flung about, I sank myself deeper and deeper into my seat, praying for a fissure to open up in the floor beneath me and swallow me whole. By the time it was over, I was self-absorbed and surly and in no mood to be a member of the human race, let alone continuing my date or hanging with my dopey friends. I hijacked the driver's seat of one of the cars and, instead of heading for our hang-out diner as was planned, sped to our point of origin, when I dragged Melanie into my car and took her home. We sat in the car outside her house for about a half hour as I tried to reassure her that my friends did like her and that I didn't think she was dumb and that I did enjoy spending time with her. But I guess I was too frazzled to be convincing because she was "out" all the next day when I tried calling. The following Monday in class she began distancing herself from me and ironically hanging with two of my female friends who were also out with us that night. After the summer course was over, I never saw her again. I don't doubt that she would remember me as one of her wackiest dates.
It was snowing this morning in Philly, too--the wet kind that sticks to everything and makes the city look beautiful. I'm just glad that I wasn't driving in it...
