There was something special about being born in the early Boomer years. They were just lucky to be right in the middle of so much change… like the end of the fifties and the beginning of the love generation.
The Beatles, The Stones, Soul music, the pill, mixed race dating, sexual freedom, free speech, long hair, no bra, the VW Bug and Bus, Levi’s with holes and patches, LSD, pot, war protests, draft dodging, burning draft cards and bras, Black Power, tie-dye, and La Raza …Coming of age in The Summer of Love…. 1967.
Everyone was trying marijuana and LSD, but even though she was adventurous when it came to love making, she was a goody-two-shoes when it came to drugs. Alcohol had proven not to agree with her.
One guy she began dating could attest to that. He really wanted to go out with her. He had a cool refurbished muscle car, her parents liked him, but she couldn’t remember his name…. A bunch of kids climbed into his car with a stash of beer, wine, and something called Sloe Gin three weekends in a row.
She had little experience with alcohol, but she thought Sloe Gin tasted wonderful! She kept taking slugs off the small bottle and having a great old time until the inevitable vomiting began. She couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. She was sitting in the back seat and threw up all of that nice magenta liquid over the interior of her date’s pristine ’57 Chevy. She ended up being taken home early.
The following two weekends produced the same results. And each time she couldn’t get out of the car fast enough. The guy never even got to first base, and after the third time of getting vomit in his car he swore, “Goddamnit! I’ll never take you out again!” And he didn’t. She probably wouldn’t have fucked him anyway. Sloe Gin.
(First published 9/6/11)
