A Baby Boomer's Scrapbook
have lots of good memories of
long weekend, it may have started on a Friday, Kevin Nilles's folks were away
and Kevin and friends decided to have a party. I don't know how I got involved
but by the time I got there, 4 or 5 guys had been playin' cards and drinkin'
beer for many hours. Kevin, Bill Mills, Dave Fink, Greg Bigelow and I were among
the many who managed to keep the poker game goin' and the beer flowin'.
goal of the party appeared to be how many vertical columns of beer cans could be
stacked in the corner of the dining room from floor to ceiling without the whole
stack falling over. I don't remember the count but after a couple of days and
nights, it was a lot.
some point, we decided to call as many girls as we could get to
with most parties I remember, the guys outnumbered the girls but there were
enough girls there that I think that along with the dancing and the conversation
there was the usual necking in the corners of the room and during slow dances.
wasn't havin' any luck finding her potential boy friend and eventually, with
perhaps a little bit to drink, the loud mood music and a little dancing, I was
able to wear her down and persuade her to do a little huggin' and kissin' with
me, even though I'm pretty sure she would have rather been with someone else.
some point though, things got a little out of hand when a girl I didn't know
decided to chug a whole fifth of Orange Vodka and then challenge all the guys to
take her on in the bedroom. After
several guys went in and came out of the bedroom, someone said that she had
passed out and thrown up all over so some of the girls took her downstairs to
the shower and got her cleaned up and washed her clothes. By the time her
clothes were dry she was sober enough to take home.
think I may have been the one who, along with Sue and another girl, volunteered
to take her home. After we dropped her off, we may have gone back to Kevin's
place but eventually, several of us ended up at Sue's house to crash for the
rest of the night in chairs, on the couch and on the floor. I was lucky enough
to get the couch. Even though her folks were nearby in a bedroom, I was somehow
able to persuade Sue to
to her room for the rest of the night.
came too early. Something startled me awake but when I looked around, I didn't
notice anything out of the ordinary so, I went quickly back to sleep. This
happened a couple of more times when I finally caught quarterback Sue rifling
pillows at me from the kitchen. It was the start of a great pillow fight. I
think Sue may have even ended up vacuuming up feathers. She also fixed breakfast
for all of us that morning. Her parents were also kind enough to stay in the
bedroom and not interfere with our serious but innocent fun. Good party.
my benefit, my juvenile behavior that night wasn't quite enough of incentive to
party I remember was at Kay Carrigan's house, sometime around Christmas of '65 I
think. I had been dating a girl named
seems to me that there were lots of kids at the party but so were Kay's parents.
That meant that the lights weren't down very low and there was more of the group
activity than the grope activity usually found at a teenage party.
think Sue came with another girl but somehow we got together and, even though it
was hard to find a cozy corner to make out in, we were both small and found a
way to over
I went to visit
Sue was there for me again on another night to sooth my deflated ego. I think we ran across each other at
McDonald's when she was driving around in her brother's '64 Chevy. Sue's brother
had gone off to the Army and left his car at home. It had a 327 engine and a 4
speed transmission and Sue was very brave to let me drive it (I hope her brother
never found out).
once I got behind the wheel, I decided to drive around to try and find a good
place to park. Not knowing Midland very well in the dark and in a hurry to get
the smooching started I tried to find a good spot by turning up every promising
looking alley and side-street. We must have been on the good side of town
because every alley and side street turned out to be some rich folks driveway. I
don't think we ever stopped to park and it was after 4 in the morning before I
think my last date with Sue was some time after I'd joined the Air Force in
January but had a month of delayed enlistment leave. At Sue's suggestion, I
think, we went to someone's wedding reception. There was lots of dancing and
music and at least one punch bowl that was well spiked. I probably spent much
more time at the punch bowl than I should have and, as a
in what may have been an American Legion or VFW hall, several other guys didn't
think it was so funny and four of them picked me up by the arms and legs and
threw me out into the snow. My loud protestations that I had already signed up
fell on deaf ears (well, the music was sort of loud) and made no difference.
was eventually able to convince the doorkeepers of my innocence and was allowed
back in but I think we left a short while later. I don't remember what happened
with the rest of the evening but my memory loss may have had something to do
with my numerous trips to the punch bowl. Fortunately, Sue doesn’t remember
either so at least I didn’t do anything more that was so bad that it was
memorable to her.
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