April 10, 1976 was Saturday Night

And on this day in 1976, the word was: par-TAY!

Yep. Back in those NBC's Saturday Night Live Wasn't Quite One Year Old Days, this night was my one and only party-my 18th birthday party to be exact! After all these years, classmates still talk about it. No special entertainment or DJ-nothing of the sort, just sloppy joes, squares of cake with my name written on each one--and oh yea, two kegs of beer: Schlitz and Budweiser.

In those days, the legal was 18. It wasn't until later, Dad admitted he just knew he was headed to jail, since not everybody was 18. Oh and then the beer was gone in 90 minutes, so a collection was taken up for more. Last year, I posted about the day. Click here to take a trip back in time....

Now, to this day in 2010. I'm in the midst of my second whole day of my new age. When I was in my 20's, I thought people this age--were, well---old--and pretty much dead. Since I've made it this far, it's farther from the truth. Anyway, I've had grand day, which included being part of a chum's planning for her annual writers' conference here in Dallas. Come to think about it, it may have been more of the quiche than the planning...

So now I look at my cat filled and quite cluttered house. It does need some attention, especially my kitchen sink. Gotta make sure nothing grows in there. :) After all that, this Saturday night in 2010 ever so pales compared to my own personal Saturday Night Live exactly 34 years ago tonight.

No matter. The memory still makes me smile...

Now while this cat sleeps I'll clean

...maybe..plus Saturday Night Live is new tonight
Better set the DVR, since I may be asleep... :)
Some things change while some things stay the same!

09-09-73 Delta Done

Looked in a diary today. It's all 09-09-09 today, so I wondered what I did on past 09-09's. My diary informed twas Sunday and the high school sophomore version of myself griped about homework on this rainy Sunday. There was no visit to the church house either. Even by that time, anything spiritual wasn't part of my routine--even tho the only black church, in my town, was across the street.

I also write I had to work on a speech for my French II class. I enjoyed the class. Took three years of it and remember some words in 09-09-09. Alas, for some now forgotten reason, I didn't take French my senior year. Our teacher, bless her heart, taught my dad, uncles and aunts back in the 1940's. She was a "Miss" and my chums and I wondered why she never married. We romanticized perhaps her suitor died in the war...we never knew.

Anyway, on 09-09-73, I watched the Redskins-Bears NFL game. I rooted for the Redskins (this was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay before I had any allegiance to the Dallas Cowboys) who beat the Bears 17-3. Later I watched some Dean Martin-Jerry Lewis movie. I didn't write the title. Musta not been one of my favorites then. No cable TV either. Ya know, I had a gi-normous crush on Jerry Lewis, when I was a kid. I thought I would marry him. Don't ask. Another long forgotten reason.

I also wrote how an elderly man passed away. How I remember he and his wife, always being nice to me. How my parents seemed to really like them. Made me sad, because he and his wife were both gone. As my mom would be dead two years later on this month. I actually wrote how I wish I had a woman to talk to and how our high school guidance counselor just wasn't it.

Don't remember anything of that. Except the wish of mom. That continues today.

The last part of 09-09-73 was the number one song. Trust me, not a fave of mine, yet there were a couple songs this lady sang, I did like--just not this one. So let's cue up alittle Helen Reddy to hear her roar with "Delta Dawn"

1973...I barely remember you!