Seeing George McGovern make the book tour rounds on C-SPAN brings back the memory of election night 1972. I had been working on the McGovern campaign for four days. (I knew nothing about politics, but my friend Chris was working on the campaign and I started tagging along.)
On Election Day I had been driving people to the polls, most of who apparently voted for Nixon. I went back to the local McGovern headquarters after the polls closed and was hanging out. This woman walked in, pulled some beers out of her purse and said, “Who wants one?” I do! I do!
Her name was Diane. She was 29; I was 19. We wound up hanging out together and went to the Victory Party together – it was already paid for. She taught me how to drink tequila shots with the salt and lime. Since we were Democrats we continued drinking at a house party.
Somewhere along the line we wound up in the back seat of my ’62 Plymouth and I lost my virginity – with women anyway. Around 5 in the morning I wanted to go another round, but she told me she had to go home and make lunch for her husband to bring to work.
For some reason, I remember the menu: Sliced egg sandwiches.
2 comments:
Wow - I am tickled to have someone ponder back to their first drunken tequila memory. Hey at least you can actually remember some of it...lol. I have to admit that most my tequila memories aren't memories but retold to me and technically x-rated. Something about wild back door sex on a stage with an audience...well it falls in that don't ask, don't tell category! Thank you for your kind words. I do get a bit startled to find that people actually read me (outside the scope of my friends). Don't be a stranger and I look forward to reading more about you.
With the audience? Robin, that's not a memory; it's a lifetime achievement!
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