I'm still chuckling about the password to NABLOPOMO...... **********it just breaks me up.
OMG.. maybe I shouldn't have told the whole world the password! ...I was just kidding it was "canopener." Yeah. Or maybe "spatula." I don't want "Fussy"... coming over here and rearranging my face...or my kitchen. I think she could kick some serious ass.
I'm having my Friday Night...winefest....sit down and join me. I had to change wine glasses, for some reason I took one of the large wine glasses, only meant to be used by guests who drink red wine. I use the smaller version because I drink white wine, and I like mine cold...very cold. So I only pour a little bit at a time so it doesn't get warm. Unfortunately, I have to go back to the trough 55 times before a red wine drinker finishes off their glass. It makes me look bad. And for that I am unapologetic, because I hate warm wine. Red wine drinkers who come to my house, please don't judge me... I have only two ounces of wine in my glass while you have about 10 ounces, and you wonder why I am flying to the fridge refilling my glass with 2 more ounces compared to your 10 ounces. Plus all the running to the fridge, keeps me sober while you are slowly melting down in my kitchen chairs. I win. I always do.
I was thinking about the 60's today. And you know, I don't remember as much as I thought I did. It was a really long time ago. I have left a trail of brain cells scattered all over the Canadian Shield. And a few in the USA.
In 1960 I dated a guy from the USA. Larry. Tall, handsome, and not from Canada. That was the attraction. Even though he only lived 10 miles from my house, he lived in a different world... the USA.
We lived in a small community on the border of North Dakota. I first met him just after I had broken up with Ron..(Gordon's brother) ...yeah I know... but that is another story.
My friend Dolores and I had hitchhiked to **** North Dakota to go swimming. **** was the only town within a radius of a hundred miles that had a community pool. Hitchhiking in those days only meant you thumbed a ride with a local farmer or someone you knew.
After we went swimming we decided to take in a movie at the local "showhall".... I have no idea if I told my parents where I was, but then again I can't remember. We went to the movie and after we got out, we still didn't know how were going to get home. It must have been 10:00pm. But while we were in the movie, we met two guys from ****. They were sitting a few seats away from us and we were kibitzing back and forth... they asked us where we were from and we giggled like Gidget...and played the game...and wouldn't tell them, and they kept asking, and we kept giggling. So, when the movie finally got out, they were right behind us.
Larry had a car. A huge 1958 Buick. As he and his friend got in his car, they asked us if we wanted to go for a spin. We blushed and gushed, and said no, we were just looking for some Canadians who had got out of the show at the same time to give us a lift home. (All the Canucks went to the movies in ****) .. so all you had to do was find someone from your town, and get a lift home. But Larry was insistent. I looked at Dolores, and she looked back at me.....we were on the same radar...yes....they are both cute. Let's go for it. And we did. giggle. giggle.giggle.
They drove us back home across the border and were gentlemen. No groping. Just the getting to know you thang. We were just pissing our pants...guys from the "States "liked us!! " WHOOOO. We couldn't wait for school to start on Monday to tell everyone ... we scored two American Guys.
Two days later....Larry showed up at my house...........
to be continued.....