- I remember Wranglers, husky size.
- I remember watching the Solid Gold dancers, Sheena Easton and Mary Jane Girls gyrate in shiny pants.
- I remember slow dancing to “Stairway to Heaven” with a senior my freshman year. I was blushing the whole time, and when the fast part started I froze with my hands on her lower back, panting.
- I remember “The Monster Mash” played over and over again at Little League games behind my house.
- I remember traveling in the woods. Which was really a houseless plot around the corner.
- I remember my secret place in the basement, chemistry set, Hustlers. Actually, just one Hustler.
- I remember–my first remember–when my mom took me aside and said my bottle was broken and I needed to drink from “big people cups.”
- I remember wiping down cars on Christmas Eve until 7pm.
- I remember laserdiscs.
- I remember expensive import 45s at Sound Odyssey in the Cherry Hill Mall.
- I remember making paper airplanes for hours on rainy days.
- I remember my chemistry set, and trying to fuck shit up–the rug, the dog, my sister–by making little explosions happen in front of them.
- I remember shaving at 13. I didn’t need to, but I felt like a real stud doing it. Now I hate shaving.
- I remember getting looseleaf reems for my binder and how I felt like an adult when I switched over to “college rule.”
- I remember my hand covered in ink from erasable pens.
- I remember not following orders from Father J. because I thought he liked me too much. As it turns out, it was another priest who was really fooling around with boys, and Father J. just left the priesthood and moved to Puerto Rico with a woman he met at an orphanage.
- I remember canceling class because of my wedding and feeling bad about it.
- I remember going to class the next day.
- I remember going to a tanning salon for the first time. I have a reading in New York, and my ex-girlfriend was going to come. Several people asked if I was wearing make-up.
Re: #16 – Really? With a WOMAN? Was he trying to pray away the gay or what? My brother quit being an altar boy because Father J. asked him to take a shower with him. Bro says he declined the offer.
nice post homey.. Peace from Sydney.. good to see people still remembering music..