2015 is kind of a big year for me. This is the year I turn 50, as do all my girlfriends with whom I graduated high school. We’re getting together for a week in October at a beach house in Oak Island, NC, to celebrate and/or commiserate. By that time, only one of us will still be in her forties, but she’ll be the one who gets to have her birthday while we’re all together. Maybe it’ll be less traumatizing for her that way.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I kind of lost focus on my memoir. You’ve probably been wondering, “Geez, when is she going to post another one of those notes?” Well, wonder no further. Below is one of the oldest notes in my possession, written in seventh grade by the friend who most recently turned 50. (You know who you are.)
It is now my goal to have every note transcribed and an agent procured by the time we get together in mid-October. I’m going to need you to help hold me to that, since I am, at heart, an incredibly lazy person with the attention span of . . . well, Happy Dog.
(Whose attention span, by the way, has not increased one iota in the past two years since we adopted her.) I’m really good at starting things with the appropriate amounts of enthusiasm and focus, but not so great at finishing them. Truly, this is one of my greatest and most crippling faults. But publishing this book is incredibly important to me, and I fully intend to see it through.
So, without further introduction, I give you:
Oh merd! Dallas just lost
MERDE & double merde!)
Superbowl Sunday 1/21/78
High! I will be when Dallas wins. They’re behind now, they had better win. If they don’t I’ll lost a whole 50¢!
Today would be 7 months. In this one song on my Helen Reddy record it goes “love and I were strangers til you and I were friends. Into the shadows of my life, you have brought sympathy and sunshine. I wish that we could still be friends.” They later it goes “Broken hearts will mend.” Maybe, but it sure as hell takes long enough. (excuse my Français) Oh, great! 35 to 17. Looks like I had better get my 50¢ out. This just helps make all the other little events lately, even betterly worse! That includes last night; I was going to Grand Visitation with D.G. and another girl, with a lady from our bethel. We had to go to Alexandria. As we got close to the off ramp the cute little decided it didn’t want to go. So here we are all dressed up sitting in the car off the side of the Hiway. We sat there for about 40 min. There was another car behind us w/ problems. We kept watching him get in & out of his car, hoping that if he got his car started he would help us, only if he was nice. The lady that was driving us is about 25 & her mother had given her this scream thing to have in case someone was after her, so were safe. (har har) So finally a tow truck stopped & after about 10 minutes got the car started. So now we go to Landmark Center & she calls her husband, now it’s about 8:15. He says he’ll be there in a half hour. So we’re sitting in the Sears automotive parking lot. D. starts to read “Cruisin for a Bruisin’” then gets tired of it about 8:30. So I start reading it. About 9:20 the ladies husband get there, he’s going to follow us home. So for starters we get on the wrong road. I continue using the headlights behind us to see. Finally we get here at 10:15, I stepped out of the car & into a cute little puddle about 20 (maybe 30) feet deep, in my good shoes and freeze my feet off, but the husband guy got out of his truck to tell his wife something and thought it’d be cool to just skate on over . . . so he crashed to the ground. The End.
My arm is killing me to death. I have to go to the dentist at 9:15 to get my teeth cleaned. My dentist, Dr. Repole, is the foxyest (sp) guy! Tall . . . Dark . . . &&&&& HANDSOME!!!!!!
I have to go. My arm is broke off.
Now to fold this sucker!
K’s playing restaurant, Miklshakes are $10 & Chinese food is $50!!!!
4 thoughts on “My arm is broke off.”
Friends who are part of your past and are still with you in the present are gold. At least you guys had it together, with senses of humor and adventure. I grew up in the 60s when we were all trying to look like Cynthia Lennon–long, stick-straight, blonde hair…(RIP, Cynthia. Give John a poke in the nose when you meet up with him.) Anyway, we were all Madmen, silly, and clueless. You think turning 50 is weird…try 60. Enjoy the BD party. Live it up!!
Thank you, friend. I miss you and Mrs. Lung.
Heather, what a VERY interesting adolescence you had. Sounds like great fun. No wonder you are all still friends.
Honestly, Nita, it wasn’t any more interesting than any other middle-class, white, suburban girls in the late ’70s and early ’80s. But I think that normality may be what made it extraordinary, in a way.