A good warm sleep

Handwritten page of a diary dated December 20, 1978

now that popular music has officially gone right straight down the toilet. I had the radio on all evening and I was turning the dial every two seconds but the only decent song I heard was Baker Street. And I haven’t had any kind of love life for a good six months.

Good thing I have finally saved enough to buy something that will make life worth living again — I’ve been wanting a waterbed since last winter when I was dating Steve. Honestly sex on his bed wasn’t that great. (It’s like someone said, “It’s like playing handball against the drapes.”) But man was that bed warm! Like when you come in from a blizzard there is nothing that warms you up faster than getting into a heated waterbed. Who needs Steve?

I almost didn’t buy the one I bought because it’s round and I haven’t figured out how I’m going to find sheets for it, BUT:

1. The price was right,

2. Waterbeds will last forever, plus they’re only going to get more popular until long after I’m dead,

3. AND really, truly, I do look good on it.

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Bow tie

Handwritten page of a diary dated May 15, 1977

… could barely get him to settle down long enough to take a picture of him, because he COULD NOT STOP SINGING. It drives me crazy. For some reason, every time he gets a bow tie on, he feels the need to sing. Which means our walk to church is the most embarrassing thing in this world.

Today he started singing “Some one’s knocking at the door, someone’s ringing the bell, do me a favor and let ‘em in.” And I want to cringe because Paul McCartney used to be good. But now, what the heck?

That was bad enough, but at least he didn’t scream it out like the new song grandma decided to teach him — which was “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.” That stupid song. She told him it’s meant to be sung loud, which is exactly how he sang it all the rest of the way to church and all the way home.

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Andy Gibb in our living room

Fashion_in_1979

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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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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