Do You Want To Dance ?

[image error] Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories.
But now I know that our world is not more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean.
Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however, we may suffer them; all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like a watery ink on paper.
-Arthur Golden
"Memoirs of a Geisha"

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 12, 1986
Saturday

I telephoned my cousin Mandy in the early morning. She's been having car trouble, so she may not go to Santa Cruz. I thought it would be nice for her to meet Mark. Oh well, it was her loss. Mark and I went to Santa Cruz anyway. He liked my globe.

We arrived in Santa Cruz on this prime summer day. We decided to lie out on the shoreline. My lounge chair wasn't being too good to me. I was lying out in my black and white SPEEDO bathing suit.

Mark and I took a walk and some sleaze named Sharon (twenty-seven years old) tried to swoop on us. We both agreed that she was NMT (Not My Type or Not OUR Type—in this case).
We left the beach and ate dinner at THE GOOD EARTH in Los Gatos. It was a fairly good meal. We drove on to San Lorenzo to Mark's house. We watched a little bit of Michael Douglas' movie called RUNNING.

[image error] Then we decided to go out to Fat Fanny's to check out the scene there. We saw a gal that we both liked. She was tan with long brunette hair.
She came up to me and said, "Do you want to dance?"
I was thrilled beyond words. While dancing I like to make small talk and get some sort of min-bio. I learned that her name is Nancy and that she lives in Lafayette. She was very nice. We danced for three songs and I kissed her on the cheek when the third song/dance concluded. I couldn't resist.


Mark and I also saw 'Janet and Dana'. They're twins that Mark actually knew from his skating days. I met them at Barnaby's when Mike Miller and I had gone out some time ago. What a small world.


Mark also met a gal named Chris.
Then a Latin looking gal (also named Chris) came up to me and asked me to dance. She was from Fremont.


We also bumped into this gal that goes to our gym. She has a nice body but her face isn't too exciting.
Mark made me laugh when he said, "…but her face!"


I got home by 1:45AM. It was an eventful night.

"Better alone than badly accompanied."
-Candace Bushnell
"Sex and the City"