DECEMBER 31ST, 1967

Nineteen sixty eight was to be a Leap Year.

My buddies and I decided to have a blow-out New Years party.

Some of them were semi-squatting in the, now defunct, Felton Train Station House. It had been abandoned years before, but they forgot to turn off the water and, Voila, major crash pad. It was so far out in the boonies it would take months before anybody would catch on.

It was so great! There were a few tiny office rooms and storage cubby’s that were great for making perfect, tiny bedrooms. There was a primitive kitchen set-up, and a garden hose in the back yard, for long, cold showers, if that was your deal.

I had a boyfriend up there and we’d make love all night and sploosh off the evidence in that cold, cold water, laughing, giggling and chasing each other around the yard stark naked. I had a different living situation near town, so we spent time there, mostly to have a nice, HOT shower.

As the great evening approached, we collected every Indian bedspread in the county and bought up every candle we could find. The Sheik of Arabee would have been nothing but proud!

We put candles on every surface we could find, that would not end up in a fire drill. We pooled our pennies and got food and beer and wine. Wine, by the way, that would rot the teeth out of your mouth and make your entrails bleed. We found old dishes at the Goodwill for ten cents a piece and those thrown in with paper plates and jelly glasses…oh baby, we were stylin!”

We spent entire day before creating, THE SCENE .We were good to go. All I needed, was to find the perfect outfit.

I went through all my rags and tatters, then threw up my hands. Suddenly the answer came to me,“ Back to Goodwill!”

I picked through every single outfit it I could find in my size. Nothing, nada, zip. My eye drifted over to a bunch of wedding gowns and I thought “ What the fuck, why not!”

I found this gown that is hard to describe. It was taffeta and that had lacy hip flounces and a short, but tasteful train. Hot shit and zippity doo dah, I was good to go. That outfit, with my little pink bald head was, tits man, I mean, really tits! As I was going to the register, I found a cool little plastic crown! What luck!

That evening I hitched to the train station and was the Belle of Ball, in my mind, at least.

By the time I got there, the place was rockin! When I went through the doors, there were so many candles, it was simply dazzling! My honey hailed me over and I literally twirled over to him and fell in his arms. We went ass over tea kettle onto the floor, hooting and hollering like loons. A very auspicious way to start an evening.

People were drinking their asses off, while smoking about two tons of pot and hash. People had brought their instruments and we all started wailing a Jefferson airplane song.

We were all laughing and talking and fell hopelessly, into complete hilarity. I got to laughing so hard I peed my panties, had to take them off and spent the rest of the evening, going commando.

There was this little three legged milking stool, and went I sat on it, with my white flounces and frills. I just tipped and fell back, and that goddamn wedding dress went straight over my head, which of course revealed my pussy with the red hair, I had not shaved THAT off. There I was, wedding dress, completely over my head with my Victoria’s secret, screaming out, for all too see!

Remembering that party now, I don’t believe I have ever been to a better one.

One of the gals got so drunk she was just crying laughing. Then she was just crying. She had found out that afternoon that her twin brother had been killed in some little country called, Vietnam.

More to follow….