Today if Jima's 36th birthday (his name's Jim--it's just my pet name for him). Wow--we've been together a really, really long time. 18 years...more than half my life now. And you know what? He's still the best person I know. I'm so lucky.
This month we have the anniversary of our "first date"...which went something like this: Jim and our now attorney friend Geo pick my 17 yr old self up from the movie theater where we worked at 11:30pm, drive to "I can't remember where" for a New Year's Eve Party. Geo's driving, Jim's got his slosh on in the backseat. There were brownies-oh-Jim made me brownies..it was Dec. 31, 1986.
Someone went to Hawaii and left his house in the care of a completely irresponsible person--yay! but it was a kickin' party! We get there and Jim's friends are going to play their punk rock tribute to New Year's...I meet Geo's friends from Washington: the "Toothless Hippie Bottle Opener" and "Less Loud Man" (like they're superheros!). THBO man does just that, all night, open bottle with teeth...saw him chip a tooth, eyah, a little blood.... He's an active drunk now--getting wobbly and loud. He's fond of saying "Hey--wanna kiss me?" and "Hey *stagger stagger* I don't need a bottle opener, watch". His sidekick-LLM (Less Loud man) deals cards and points across the table, arbitrarily yelling "Happy Fuckin' New Year's Maaannn!".
Count down the New Year in the Patio with all the drunkards--4, 3, 2, 1! **Squaaaa go the guitars** and the noise (and it was by no means any music, just LOUD feedback and drums...) begins...This goes on for a couple minutes and then there's an old lady beating the crap out of the patio door screeching "Where's Ronnie? (the homeowner, I'm guessing) Where's Ronnie? What's going on?" over and over...
THBO yells into the mike in his best Keith Richards imitation--"We're Rockin BABE!" She goes insane--yelling "I'm calling the police!! We have to work tomorrow and what the hell's going on? Where's Ronnie!?". Her angry voice drifted off into the darkness as she ran back home to call the cops.
So, the band starts to breakdown fast and I'm demoted to roadie as i help Jim haul his amp and gear to the van and we leave just as the cops pull around the corner! Hooray! We left just in time. I even got a New Year's kiss. A rather exciting first date for an uptight honor roll student on the lam for the night (me).
--what happened after is a little fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure there was Coke & Barcardi 151 and a Pink Floyd video involved. There are pictrures somewhere.
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So there you go-Hope to meet alot of you tomorrow. Jim's working late, so I'm bringing my girlfriend Carrie.
This month we have the anniversary of our "first date"...which went something like this: Jim and our now attorney friend Geo pick my 17 yr old self up from the movie theater where we worked at 11:30pm, drive to "I can't remember where" for a New Year's Eve Party. Geo's driving, Jim's got his slosh on in the backseat. There were brownies-oh-Jim made me brownies..it was Dec. 31, 1986.
Someone went to Hawaii and left his house in the care of a completely irresponsible person--yay! but it was a kickin' party! We get there and Jim's friends are going to play their punk rock tribute to New Year's...I meet Geo's friends from Washington: the "Toothless Hippie Bottle Opener" and "Less Loud Man" (like they're superheros!). THBO man does just that, all night, open bottle with teeth...saw him chip a tooth, eyah, a little blood.... He's an active drunk now--getting wobbly and loud. He's fond of saying "Hey--wanna kiss me?" and "Hey *stagger stagger* I don't need a bottle opener, watch". His sidekick-LLM (Less Loud man) deals cards and points across the table, arbitrarily yelling "Happy Fuckin' New Year's Maaannn!".
Count down the New Year in the Patio with all the drunkards--4, 3, 2, 1! **Squaaaa go the guitars** and the noise (and it was by no means any music, just LOUD feedback and drums...) begins...This goes on for a couple minutes and then there's an old lady beating the crap out of the patio door screeching "Where's Ronnie? (the homeowner, I'm guessing) Where's Ronnie? What's going on?" over and over...
THBO yells into the mike in his best Keith Richards imitation--"We're Rockin BABE!" She goes insane--yelling "I'm calling the police!! We have to work tomorrow and what the hell's going on? Where's Ronnie!?". Her angry voice drifted off into the darkness as she ran back home to call the cops.
So, the band starts to breakdown fast and I'm demoted to roadie as i help Jim haul his amp and gear to the van and we leave just as the cops pull around the corner! Hooray! We left just in time. I even got a New Year's kiss. A rather exciting first date for an uptight honor roll student on the lam for the night (me).
--what happened after is a little fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure there was Coke & Barcardi 151 and a Pink Floyd video involved. There are pictrures somewhere.
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So there you go-Hope to meet alot of you tomorrow. Jim's working late, so I'm bringing my girlfriend Carrie.
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