Oh, the crisp air!

Man! Does the crisp fall air ever take me back! I'm reminded of . . .

school dances . . . Every year we would go to the first one in the fall and then decide they were too lame and never go to anymore until the next fall.

hot and heavy make-out sessions . . . Leaning against a tree, kissing, hugging . . . mostly trying to keep warm, lol. The taste of Hermits wine . . . God! A cigarette was always so good back then.

driving around with Bradley in that old rust coloured LTD . . . we couldn't go too fast or the roof would fall off . . . not kidding. We made him prove it to us one day on the highway by the old base (now prison). He punched it up a notch and we had to hold onto the roof when it started to fly off. Hilarious!

driving around with the boys in Mable . . . stretched out across at least 5 guys laps because we were piled to the ceiling, drinking Royal Reserve straight no chaser, listening to Bad to the Bone and AC/DC, laughing our guts out about . . . nothing at all.

meeting Stacy half-way between our houses to drink rye out of pickle jars and smoke cigarettes we stole from our dads.

sneaking into people's yards and switching lawn ornaments with their neighbours.

the Halloween bonfire! . . . and hitting someone on the other side of the fire with an egg . . . and having her blame someone else entirely, lol.

Mary Beth's parties!! . . . sitting on Kevin's lap, facing each other, my legs wrapped around the back of the chair and talking until dawn like there was nobody else around.

chicken salad sandwiches at the Pickle Barrel . . . and hot dogs from a street vendor.

the Eastwood! . . . crawling under tables, gathering up purses and coats, things crashing above me, Mary Beth and Kevin arguing about the insanity of the brawl, crawling all the way to the lobby before standing up and finding a safe crowd to stand with outside while I waited for someone to take me home.

outside a Catholic Hall Dance . . . in the graveyard, watching the most amazing meteor shower I've ever seen.

forming the Barnettville mafia at Uncle Terry's . . . staying up all night plotting our take-over of the local booze trade . . . and also the kidnapping of a particular blonde who worked at the liquor store.

the annual Halloween night Power Track sleepover to deter the kids from burning it down or robbing me blind . . . sober, cuddling on the couch watching the Stooges, big belly laughs . . .

Mood: energized
Drinking: pop
Listening To: Love Bites, Def Leppard & Here I Go Again, Whitesnake
Hair: Slick