So, I’ve been following Brian’s blog for a bit now, and keep coming across some sheer gems which have my stomach aching with hearty, genuine laughter! He has a way of putting a sentence together that is perfection…I seriously encourage anyone out there to just visit, even once, especially if you’re in need of an attitude adjustment or something spirit-lifting – his is one of the best out there, and I don’t give compliments lightly.Anyway, we converse here and there (and have agreed to be each other’s support group through NaNoWriMo – still nailing down those pesky-ass deets, LOL), and this post of his inspired me to do a similar list. He said that it would be fine, so without further ado – here’s what a Friday night looked like for “Dirty Seppy,” back in 1984!
1. Searching through catalogues at home, looking for the “proper” school outfits for “young ladies” to wear, since I wasn’t allowed to go to the local clothing stores…but, on the days I did get to go, I managed to find things that were fairly nice. I’ve always had an eye for clothes – I wish that I had the time, patience, and talent to make my own…then, and now!
2. Playing Dungeons & Dragons with my older brothers and their friends – I was always A) the only girl in the room; B) the only non-white persons, and C) the youngest in the crowd…so, I learned to hold my own against many at an early age! Skinny little me in a room full of wrestlers, basketball players, and cross-country runners, LOL – Musclehead City! Still, they were smart…so the “dumb jock” stereotype never made sense to me. Then again, no stereotype makes sense!
3. Wondering why Madonna was more famous than many others who had far more talent and class…and glad that my parental units never subjected us to the indignity of awards shows.
4. Indignantly insisting that my Def Leppard, Motley Crue, AC/DC, and Adam & the Ants t-shirts didn’t mean that I was suddenly worshipping Satan or doing drugs…which was odd, considering that my parents had the KISS: Double Platinum album on LP and 8-track, and listened to them on a regular basis – along with Gordon Lightfoot, George Benson, and Neil Diamond!
5. Waiting patiently for my turn on our Apple II+ computer on the nights that my brothers were home.
6. Gratified to see Tina Turner on MTV – I actually had dreams of being a singer in a rock n’ roll band, and she was my inspiration!
7. Wondering why Michael Jackson did that fateful Pepsi ad…especially since he supposedly didn’t drink the stuff. He burned himself for a product that he didn’t even use – was it karma?
8. Attending slumber parties with my few friends and watching cable at their house, to get my fix of which videos were ‘hawt’ on MTV!
9. Drooling over the “Frankie Say Relax” t-shirts in my Circus magazine and wanting one for myself, then getting pissed because “mommie dearest” wouldn’t have approved…even though there were no offending graphics on the shirts!
10. Riding my bicycle for hours on end, anywhere and everywhere I could go, just to find some secluded spot to sit and read: the cemetery, the goat farm, and the beach with petroglyphs were my favourite spots to hide away.
11. Reading in my room when Dallas, Dynasty, or the Dukes of Hazzard came on…I never understood how the ‘rental units could watch that dreck, yet criticize the daytime soaps with a straight face.
12. Baby-sitting for my kid siblings and their friends – earning money, early on, for my eventual escape from that house!
13. Practicing the piano, clarinet, and recorder…each for an hour. Sometimes, it seemed that my love of music was something that they wanted to squash – and it didn’t work, obviously!
14. Only caring about politics enough to kinda-sorta befriend the son and daughter of a local guy who decided to run for…mayor? state governor? I forget. I figured that being the “token black friend” of people who wanted to pretend that they liked diversity was better than nothing, at the time.
15. Stunning my friends with my perfect recollection of some of the silliest songs, including “Another One Rides the Bus” by Weird Al Yankovic, and “No Anchovies Please” by the J. Geils Band.
16. Calling in to the local radio station for their “Friday Night Request Night,” and dreaming of one day being the soft, soothing voice pouring out of the speakers…which I did, five years later!
17. Wondering why people said that Vanessa Williams was the first “black” Miss America. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin (from what I saw) didn’t make her “black” in my eyes then – and still doesn’t, to this day. Sue me.
18. Making endless “mix tapes” to listen to on my Walkman when I went out riding my bicycle or walking around – I was perfecting the process each and every time!
19. Dreaming of the day that I could get off of that tiny island and see the big, wide world beyond its borders.
20. Standing out on the deck of the boat we lived on, looking up at the stars, and listening to the roar of the waterfall. Summer months were spent out at the fish hatchery that my dad built, so we were away from “civilized folk” for weeks on end!
21. Going to the local library and hiding in a corner, reading, until closing time.
22. Laughing with my best friend as we wandered the streets at night, pretending that we were drunk after drinking Shirley Temples at the Elk’s club where her dad was a member.
23. Feeling important after walking into the “Teen Center” and owning the air-hockey table, Tempest, and the Time: 2000 pinball machine. My gaming prowess was just becoming apparent!
24. Sitting by the cast-iron fireplace reading, burning the bottoms of my socks off because I would use the thing as a foot-rest…our beagle would sleep behind it and snore; he had a small burnt-looking bit of fur on his left haunch because he laid up near the fireplace, too.
25. Cooking, cleaning, or writing in my journal on the weekends that I was grounded / “on restriction” for some imaginary wrongdoing – creating worlds in my head to escape to!
Ah, memories…those were the days, eh?