I just had my first taste of Jack Daniels in 30 years. Drowned in Sprite, it's not so bad. And the smell is bringing back good memories, not the bad ones. My youth in the background (Ipod) helps. Roxy Music and the smell are carrying me back to a bar in Lake Geneva - I don't even remember the name. I used to tip the bartender really well, and he gave me "free" shots. "Seven" not Jack. Wearing my red 9-West shoes at Hogs N' Kisses. Dancing at that border-bar. *Long Cool Woman!* Now I feel like dancing! The only night I ever blacked out and lost time, at Jude's house when her P's were out of town. Hey Jude, "Time to feed the fish!" Heh heh heh. You had to be there. (Of course.)
I only drank a few times before I was 18. The drinking age in Illinois was 21, but it was still 18 in Wisconsin - 20 minutes away. I drank a fair amount before I married. Considering the way I took to cigarettes, I'm surprised I didn't "develop a problem." It's probably a good thing I married a guy who rarely drinks, because now I do too. I had phenomenal tolerance too. Rabbit metabolism or something. I weighed 110 and routinely drank beefy farm-boys under the table. * Oooooh Cheap Trick!* My all-time favorite band back then! I was so jealous of SisterFed! She saw them in concert the year "Live at Budokan" come out.
Roxy Music's cover is my favorite version of *The Midnight Hour.* Should I apologize for that? Now I'm remembering my favorite vacation: all by myself when I was 20, I spent a weekend in Baraboo. I stopped at yard sales, watched a little league game across the street from my motel, and spent a day at the Circus World Museum. I drove all around, and went to a railroad museum in North Freedom. Rode a steam train, naturally. By the time I got to the Frank Lloyd Wright house at Spring Green, it was closed for the day. Bummer. I loved being alone, especially with my music. I still do. Being with people, but apart. They noticed me because I was pretty, and they probably thought I was weird. I couldn't care less. I am weird, but I like myself just fine.
I swear I'm not drunk, just relaxed and a little melancholy. I kind of dread these occasions when I get in touch with my feelings; feelings are scary and I don't let them interfere with what I need to do in life. This isn't bad, though. No panic, for one thing. No regrets either. Looking at the past through rose-colored glasses perhaps. No harm, no foul, right? No ambitions outside of my own mind right now. *Heart - These Dreams - great song.*
Lance Criminal called, looking for Dad (who arrived without incident.) He wanted advice on buying a new computer to take to The Stan. I'm glad he's doing it. I was afraid he was planning to depend on camp computers. When I told him Dad was on the road, he asked if I was OK. I said I'm fine - the TV is off and the Ipod is on. I don't want him to worry. *Hmm. Duran Duran - Last Chance on the Stairway. Some of their lesser known songs grab at my soul, unlike Hungry Like the Wolf which reminds me of one crappy night in college*
Now I'm sleepy, think I'll chug some water and hit the hay. Don't mind my ramblings.