A Good Hello,
What a long strange trip it’s been since the writing of my first blog post, some thirty-five years ago. Smudgy typewritten pages taped together to float about the neighborhood gathering comments. Sheets pasted end to end of commentary attached to the Head like a Chinese dragon came back to me.
This is the machine I used.
So many things have happened that I didn’t expect ever would. Mainly nothing, only the unsuspected unexpecteds have occurred to jar me awake from a luscious sleep.
I became a grandmother.
I met a girl.
I fell in love.
I became an activist.
I went intergarlictic.
I became a queen.
What a shock. Why, the whole thing is absurd. I think I feel a dramatic scene coming on. Yes. Yes. I feel it.
Can you feel it too?
A thirty-fiver (35′r) is a lot of years and money and booze.
(forget that thing about the booze- I’m trying to be Raymonda Chandler right here)
The liquor was cheap and so were the men. I don’t know, were they? Nobody’s that cheap except my father.
(forget the thing about the men)
It’s time to R.S.V.P.
and find out what you mean to me.
The Doo Dah Queens request your presence this Sunday, July 1st, 5pm to 8pm, for a Royal Cocktail Extravaganza at the Pasadena Museum of History, 470 W. Walnut St., Pasadena, CA 91103…Tickets are $35.00 (the non-profit donation includes drinks and horse d’ nerves) and will support the Doo Dah Parade retrospective exhibit which opens August 15th at the museum. RSVP now to (626) 577-1660 x10 to Miss H (as in Hurley)
Please come.
