Tuesday, August 2
After boarding the dogs and dropping Casey and Dylan off at Meg and Richs', Sean and I arrived in Athens at 9:00. We hurried to check in to the hotel, and then we walked to the Little Kings Club. By then it had grown dark. There was a golden glow to the streets from the cast iron street lamps and the light coming from the pubs and restaurants. Several people here and there were walking along the sidewalks, including one old guy who was asking everyone for 85 cents for a slice of pizza. The first person I recognized when we arrived at the registration desk was Kathleen O'Brien. She said hello to me, which was a relief, because my biggest fear was that no one would remember me! I saw so many old friends, but unfortunately, I missed seeing several others: Beth B. Kim S., Leslie M, Ort,
David G, and of course, Kit, although I knew he wouldn't be there.
The biggest surprise was how I reacted to seeing Army after all these years. A huge rush of emotion just swelled out of my chest! He came up from behind me and said "I've been lookin' for you, girl", and I immediately gave him a huge hug and started crying. I had mascara stains under my eyes. Yikes! I was not at all expecting anything like that. Of course, Army is the same. His voice is a little deeper, and his laugh lines a wee bit more creased, but his skin is smooth and he's still stands straight and strong. He was a beautiful sight to behold. He said "I finally dropped fruit", meaning his baby boy, Hays. He went to his car for pictures. He's a gorgeous baby. Army's wife, Carter, is too. Army says I would like her, and I'm sure I would. |
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There was always something going on at this house, day and night. Rodger Brown and I both recalled Leslie Michelle's Easter party, replete with punch-filled bathtub, Easter egg tree, and purple-tressed Leslie. My most vivid memory of Leslie is of her wearing a fifties- style dress with a belted, wasp waist, long purple black hair, and dark-lined eyes. Of course, she and Nadine were also known as the Effectettes, go-go dancers for the Side Effects. |
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For me, this picture summarizes most of the night. Everone was dancing just like the old days, with no thought to appearance, time, gender, age, or anything else. The theme was "Dance, don't Think", and that's what we did. |
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