Actually This One Seems Good

     It's 2am and I'm wide awake. Mainly because I fell asleep watching TV at 8 tonight for 3 hours. So I'm drinking a 1.5 liter bottle of water with lemon juice squeezed in. There were days gone by when I would be at a club, or a dinner eating gravy fries. You know what those are right? Just a big ol mess on a plate, crispy potato goodness smothered in brown beef gravy. So good at 2 or 3AM. Ah who cared at age 21. I remember being stoned one night in Greenwich Village. Walking up 8th street, it was about this time and I noticed the sidewalk had flecks of something shimmery mixed in with the cement. So as I stepped I tried to avoid these shiny objects, walked into a street lamp. So much for graceful! Sometimes that art if my life feels like a dream. I wonder how I survived a lot of it. I mean it was a time of punk music, new wave rock, sexclubs and after hour clubs. I went to a record premier party for some group, I don't even remember their name. We got so drunk and stoned. You couldn't walk two feet without someone handing you a rolled up dollar to "do that line" with. I remember having a great time. I was in the back garden talking to this man about space, and infinite possibilities. My girlfriends had scattered. It was fine, I like talking to new people. I do remember that one of my friends and I ended up in this closed room with this man we liked. He was from England and had long blonde hair. I don't remember his name, but he was cute, and we were mesmerized by his accent. Then he wanted to have a three way and proceeded to pull his cock out for us. OMG, just like that, no how'd ya do, just unzip and whip it out. My friend and I just looked at each other, considered the option and laughed. Poor guy, he just stood there looking hopeful. I remember grabbing him and putting him back in his jeans saying thank you for such a lovely offering but we were not ino sharing. Damn, you think I'd remember his name!
      The eighties for me read like a weird book, that you had to keep turning the pages because you just couldn't believe the main character did what they did. I practically lived in the city in the 1980's. I loved the clubs, I loved the make up. Oh I had purple hair mixed it with my brown hair. It was big hair but never as cool as the guys in the rock hair bands had. Music was my world at night. Taste ranging from Duran Duran, to The Clash and everything in between. I saw Run DMC walking the streets in Queens, near where I lived. Q-Tip from  A Tribe Called Quest rode the N train right next to me! I saw Dolph Lundgren and Grace Jones walking down Christopher street, what a striking couple. I even got 86'd from this gay bar because, well because I had a real vagina. Go figure lol.
I worked as a phone sex girl, then at an escort house answering the phones. My first customer service position. Hahaha! I never did anything and often marveled at the girls who did. Many had husbands and boyfriends, some even were lesbians. I just couldn't imagine being married and doing sex for a living.  I had so many offers from fetish houses to work them. Man looking back I could have made a fortune but in reality I made it through the 80's disease free, unlike so many of them. I know more than my fair share of people that were taken by AIDS.  Gay and straight! I won that round of Russian roulette and never felt the need to tempt fate again. I was either very smart or very lucky, but we all know its a combination of both. I was always selective, very open, and willing to try anything, but I wasn't a bed hopper. Although I was far from vanilla! Okay enough of that, I don't want to send out the wrong impression. I was young, living in my own place, I performed Rocky Horror in full dress 2x a weekend and was having fun. Unfortunately, hindsight being 20-20, I should have went back to school then. I did eventually go back so I suppose it turned out alright.
      I see I've gone on a Mary tangent, did you get all that? Wow I haven't rambled this much in awhile. Just my mood tonight. I feel good, far cry from the other night. Life throws so much at you and lucky for me, my past helped me. If anything it taught me to trust my instincts ( although I often chose not to) for better or worse, whichever lesson I learned, I never have forgotten. I will be able to sit in my rocking chair, an old lady in my 80's and if you look at me you will notice my smile. I will have great memories. Isn't that what life is? Go out and get experiences, learn from everything, do your best so when you look back, you can say, no regrets? I suppose there may be a few, but so far even those times, taught me something. I am grateful for my past. It has given me strength to handle the present, and made me curious as to the future. I'm a different person some 20 years later, but my core stayed the same. Love your life and the people you have in it. Have fun, be serious when called for and always remember each day is a new possibility.
     Well the bottle on my night table is half full now, and almost an hour has gone by. I think it's time I try to get some sleep. Shopping for vaca clothes tomorrow and some housework. Then enjoying a movie night with hubs tomorrow, along with a nice Pinot Grigio. So until next time pers, ciao for now. 😀😜