A BRIGHTER DAY

TODAY IS A BRIGHTER DAY FOR ME BECAUSE OF A COUPLE OF REASONS. FIRST, I SURVIVED BOBBIE JO'S FUNERAL WITHOUT PUTTING A .38 TO MY HEAD-(JUST KIDDING, I DON'T OWN A .38) AND SECONDLY, IT IS DAD MARTIN'S BIRTHDAY! WHY SO EXCITED OVER A BIRTHDAY? WELL, I MET HIM EXACTLY 37 YEARS AGO TODAY! (I WAS HIS BIRTHDAY PRESENT!) HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED. SIX MONTH BEFORE TODAY, IN 1971, MARTIN SAW ME STANDING OUTSIDE AT HIGH SCHOOL, WEARING THESE TIGHT WHITE (BRADY BUNCH STYLE) JEANS. HE THOUGHT I WAS CUTE, BUT DIDN'T HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY SO. SO, HE ASKED MY FRIENDS TO SEE IF I WOULD GO OUT WITH HIM. UNFORTUNATLY, THE FRIEND ASKING ME SAID THAT MARTIN WAS HIS BROTHER AND THIS PARTICULAR FRIEND WAS THE KING OF THE PINTAS (PAIN IN THE JIMENY CRICKETS) AND I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH A RELATIVE OF HIS! OFF AND ON, THE REQUESTS CONTINUED, AND ME BEING THE POLITE THING I AM AND NOT WANTING TO HURT ANYONE'S FEELINGS, JUST LIED RIGHT OUT AND SAID THAT I WAS DATING SOMEONE. (NOT TOO SMART, AS THE FRIENDS GIRLFRIEND AND I WERE BEST FRIENDS), BUT FINALLY, SIX MONTHS LATER, MARCH CAME AND THE BEGGING BEGAN. "HIS BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP" SAID THE FRIEND, "COME ONE, JUST ONE DATE, OKAY, LETS MAKE IT A DOUBLE DATE. JUST COME ON!" HIS BIRTHDAY, HMMMM- OKAY, I'LL BE BENEVOLENT, AND GIVE HIM SOME OF MY TIME. SO, THE BIG DAY COMES, AND I SPEND THE AFTERNOON, FIXING MY MARCIA BRADY HAIR JUST SO, AND BY COINCIDENCE, WEARING THE SAME TIGHT WHITE JEANS HE HAD FIRST SEEN ME IN. I MADE A BATCH OF FUDGE FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, FROM SCRATCH, BECAUSE HOW COULD ANYONE RESIST HOMEMADE FUDGE? WHEN THE CAR DROVE UP, HE WAS SITTING IN THE BACK SEAT. I MADE THE GRAND ENTRANCE, FLIPPING MY MARCIA BRADY HAIR AND SAYING " HELLO, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I MADE SOME FUDGE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY!" I THEN SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM, SIZED HIM UP AND HEARD, "I DON'T LIKE FUDGE". WHAT????? DOESN'T LIKE FUDGE? GREAT, GREAT START TO A (I AM SURE) SUPER DATE. (HOW LONG IS A PROPER BLIND DATE ANYWAY?) IT WAS DARK IN THE CAR, SO I AM SITTING NEXT TO A GUY, WHO, FOR ALL I KNOW IS A MUNCHKIN, AND PUTTING ON MY BEST CAROL BRADY MANNERS, (BY THE WAY FOR YOU VERY YOUNG FOLK, I AM REFERRING TO THE BRADY BUNCH WHO WERE VERY POPULAR DURING THE '70'S). WELL, WE ARE OFF TO GALVESTON TO WALK ON THE BEACH. DURING THE TRIP, WE STOP AT ANOTHER FRIENDS HOUSE FOR SOMETHING, AND THE GUY WHO LIVED THERE, CAME UP TO THE CAR AND ASKED US IF WE WANTED "SOME WEED". (MARIJUANA FOR YOU YOUNG FOLK). THE NEXT THING I KNOW, THE BACK DOOR BURST OPEN, MARTIN JUMPED OUT, (ALL 6'5 OF HIM) GRABBED THE GUY BY THE THROAT AND TOLD HIM HE WAS GOING TO SHOVE THAT WEED DOWN HIS THROAT AND ANYTHING ELSE HE COULD FIND- WHAT THE JIMENY CRICKET WAS HE THINKING BRINGING DRUGS AROUND HIS DATE? I ALMOST DIED. THERE HE STANDS, A 6'5 ADONIS, BLOND HAIR, GREEN EYES, AND A DRUG DEALER DANGLING FROM HIS HAND. THAT'S MY MAN FOR SURE! AS WE SEE THE BACKSIDE OF SAID DRUG DEALER RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE, MARTIN LOOKS INTO THE CAR AND SAYS, "I AM SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT, BUT HE WAS NOT SHOWING ANY RESPECT FOR YOU". WELL, I AM IN LOVE. THAT'S IT, IN LOVE! KISS ME BIG BOY, (BUT I GUESS THAT WOULD NOT BE SHOWING ANY RESPECT FOR ME EITHER. BY THE WAY, HOW LONG WILL I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL IT IS SHOWING ME RESPECT?) IN FUTURE BLOGS, I WILL TELL YOU HOW THIS LOVE STORY PROGRESSES, BUT FOR NOW, LET ME SAY THAT THERE IS SUCH A THING AS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT, (OR AT LEAST AFTER BEING INSULTED OVER A PLATE OF FUDGE AND THEN SEEING YOUR MAN DEFEND YOU OVER AN OFFER OF WEED). TILL TOMORROW, ENJOY YOUR NEW DAY, EVERYMOMENT YOU HAVE, BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY YOU WILL HAVE. LOVE, NANASEE