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| Your humble hostess, circa 1980. |
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| Hostess and associate, circa 1982. |
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| Hostess and various associates, 1984. |
All dates approximate, but you get the picture.
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You were so cool, I was afraid to even talk to you. And I'm not kidding.
Erin, are those gravy stains on your shirt in the first picture?
MR
Contrary to Miriam's assertion, I was not so cool that I was immune to gravy stains, although I think those dots are flaws/stains on the photo's surface.
I was about 15 in that pic, on a special field trip to Washington DC.
I think I had those sunglasses! And I know I have pics of me wearing skinny ties.
Awww...the good old days. But I was a total outcast back then. I probably would have been afraid to talk to you too. Heck, I'm still in awe of you!
Foxy, as wel used to say back in the day.
Re: picture 2: remember stereos?!
Re: picture 3: remember conversion vans with the captain's chairs that swiveled?!
Looks like a school tie. And in mid winter by the look of you, whatev's about the sunnies.
Ha, was it in the Watergate.
You the 1965 vintage ?. I took you older for some reason.
Don't know what to make of the 17 yo Gypsy Rose Lee.
I think I just fell in love with 1984/trucker hat/arms outstretched.
That was my cousin Jeff, son of my dad's brother. He was quite the looker and all O'Brien with that red red hair. We lost him in 1998 to complications from a drug/alcohol overdose.
With him died the last of the O'Brien men who might have carried on the name.
Yeah, yeah.
You the 1965 vintage ?. I took you older for some reason.
Vince, has a woman tried to remove your scrotum with a dessert spoon yet? If not, I'm stunned.
I wouldn't have talked to you either, as I was an outsider in my teens. Still am.
Ever use a Mister Microphone to say "Hey, Good Lookin, we'll be back to pick you up later!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYEXBTlWf_4
As I am by and large functionally undomesticated, I had to look up "dessert spoon", to wit;
"A teaspoon is the smallest of the three common elongated spoons. A dessert spoon is the middle size. Tablespoons are larger and are most commonly used for serving or mixing, rather than eating.
A dessert spoon used as a unit of measurement is two teaspoons, and a tablespoon used as a unit of measurement is three teaspoons, thus a tablespoon is 1.5 dessert spoons.
Teaspoon = approx. 5 ml
Dessertspoon = approx. 10 ml
Tablespoon = approx. 15 ml
This is true for most English speaking countries except for Australia, where a tablespoon is defined as 20 ml, and so equals 4 teaspoons or 2 dessert spoons."
Oh.
I learned the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon, when, many years ago, I was prescribed Hycodan Elixir for walking pnuemonia. Got home from the drugstore, grabbed a tablespoon and took several spoonfuls, as I was feeling bad and the prescription said take two teaspoons every 6 hours. And it tasted really good, cherry flavored, so I took another belt for good measure. I slept for a very, very long time, woke up and felt great. I was curious as to why the bottle was half gone, though. Who knew?
You said you were 15 in 1980. In that photo you look older. I don't know exactly why I think that but I do. Probably the stubbornness in the chin. And as I'm a '65 myself ergo the Vintage.
It's not a 'bad' thing. Well maybe for you it is.
Lucky bastards, they were. The associates that got to hang out with you. That motel room door looks familiar.
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