Vintage selfies

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Handwritten page of a diary dated November 3, 1978

… because when I was 12 and starting to get interested in music, she bought me a new Doors album and we both learned the words to “L.A. Woman.” We sang it (LOUD) when I got to stay overnight at her apartment, which was as often as I could finagle since she was my cool aunt and not my boring mom.

Then she got married to a guy and moved to Milwaukee with him. I barely saw her for seven years.

SHOCKINGLY last weekend she showed up and asked Mom if she could crash in the guest room a while. I thought “Oh, this could be fun” which proved to be wrong the minute I knocked on her door and she was playing a tape of “Dancing Queen” by Abba! What happened to her great musical taste? And she has part of her hair feathered like Farrah Fawcett-Majors. So uncool.

And speaking of uncool, she takes pictures of herself in the mirror. Constantly. OK, not constantly, but at least once a day!!!!! What a huge waste of time. She admitted she’s spending a lot of money on getting film developed, but she doesn’t care. It’s hard to even imagine someone taking so many pictures of themSELVES!!!!

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Andy Gibb in our living room

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Handwritten page of a diary dated June 24, 1979

… thought I liked him. Invited him along. Wondered how I was going to get his attention when he was going out dancing with all four of us.

But ouch. He walked in looking like ANDY GIBB!!!  Ha. When I met him his hair was NOT poofed up in back like that.

And another ouch — first thing he said was “What it is?”

Embarrassed, but I thought we’d all laugh about it later. Then! What? They seemed to like him. Talked me into taking their picture with him.

Denise and I finally got a chance to talk in the kitchen.

This is me: “Can you believe him?”

This is her: “Yeah, all he’s looking at is Barb. And you know why? Because she’s wearing a tube top. I would never wear a tube top. To me it’s like you’re saying, ‘Look how easy this would be to pull off of me.’ But wait, you’re the one who liked him. Aren’t you mad?”

This is me: “Um. No Denise. I’m not mad!”

This is her: “But when we first came in here you were singing ‘I Just Wanna Be Your Everything.’ “

This is me: “No. That’s an Andy Gibb song. Oh never mind.”

I told her they could all fight over him, I was bowing out. Next thing I know they’ve all decided to change their plans from going to the club I like that plays at least SOME rock. They want to go all-out disco.

He put the Andy Gibb spell on them — they all caved like a row of dominos.

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Pretzelogic

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Handwritten page of a diary dated January 5, 1978

…  first time I’ve learned something from a New Year’s Eve party.

I was having a conversation with J.P. (he still can’t believe I never gave in and went to see his new favorite movie GREASE) and I got tired of him yammering about it but luckily we were right by the snack table. I thought wow — pretzels are amazing. I need to buy some pretzels and eat them all the time. And I did. And now it’s what? three days later and I’m already tired of them. So that’s when I deduced that you can feel pretty ho-hum about stuff if you have it all the time. I have the perfect name for this theory because at that party I heard the whole new Steely Dan Album, and my favorite song on it was conveniently called Pretzelogic, a perfect name for my theory about pretzels (and other things in life that you like but you get on a regular basis.) J.P. said he would never feel that way about sex … or movies he likes (he got a new Betamax for Xmas and he said sooner or later Grease will get released on tape and he will watch it every day of his life after that). I’m almost sure his chances of getting that movie on tape are better than the chances of him having sex every day of his life).

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Shag carpeting

Handwritten page of a diary dated February 12, 1997

…  then when Mary Ann showed me this picture of herself in the late 70s I couldn’t stop talking about her living room. I said “wow, that’s a hi-fi with really dark wood like my grandma had. And she had shag carpet like yours only hers was orange, not gold. It’s too bad that throw rug looks like a beach towel. And I hope they got rid of that fake paneling on the walls.”

She said “really? you look at this picture and you notice the interior decorating? You didn’t notice that I have a bow on my head and I’m posing like a mermaid on a flat rock?”

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