TIME FOR SOME R&R (Jan. 1983)

January 17, 1983

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Hello World! Today is Monday, and I just had the best weekend I have had in a long time. There is a new person in my life, Randall Rash. I met him last week (the 8th) at Adda Kundak’s pajama party. He is one of the happiest, funniest, sweetest people I have ever met. And he came in my life at just the right time too.

I had just called off my entire friendship with Cameron Craig. (Details not necessary). I just realized through a number of circumstances that we shouldn’t see each other ever again. I know that sounds strange after being friends with him for SO long, but I felt it was unpreventable.

Anyway, realizing now that I wouldn’t see Cam again, also meant my friendships with other people would probably suffer also. No more gangs to hang around. I came real close to not going to Adda’s party, then I decided this was a chance to meet new people and get out of my old rut. So I went.

Lucky for me. I Danced with practically every guy there. That was great for my morale. I really needed that. Anyway, I was playing games with a whole lot of new people and having a total blast.

Kevin Barry, LaDonna & Roger

This is a drinking game - lol

Red-headed Tim and I have no idea who the other guy is??

Then about 1:00 a.m., I asked this guy named Randall if I could take his picture. I had seen him at Adda & Kim’s parties in the past, but never really talked to him. He’s a real card. He heard it was a pajama party and showed up in little boy’s Batman pajamas. It was a scream! (Underoos) - We played “The Minister’s Cat.” He kept making me laugh. After that game, the others were tired of games and went in the other room. Randall stayed and asked if I wanted to play cards or something. I said sure. We went to Adda’s room and found some right away. Then we came back downstairs and played (of all things) “Go Fish” and “Old Maid.” (Old Maid is strange to play with two people).

But we got a kick out of it.

Then all of a sudden, I was starving. I was terribly hungry and there wasn’t much food left. (It was now about 2:30 a.m.). Randall suggested going to get something to eat. I of course said “Sure.” We went to Denny’s and I got a Grand Slam breakfast and he got a hamburger. We continued to have a great time and we laughed quite a bit. (I loved it).

When we got back (about an hour or so later), everybody made comments as to where we had been. There were just a handful of people left. All mostly friends of Randall’s (guys on his soccer team) and one girl, LaDonna. One friend that I liked in particular (not on the team) was Barry Johnson. I found out earlier that night that he went to Memorial with me and his dad is our dentist!

A Paul McCartney concert was on t.v. and we sat down and watch that a bit. Randall and his friends were also doing a routine from Cheech and Chong about a hairdepiece. (It’s hard to explain). But it kept me in stitches. By this time, it was nearly 5:30 a.m.

Then Superman II cam on T.V. Randall and I stretched out on the floor to watch it. We were still pretty distant. But at one time, our feel accidentally touched each other, and I got a spine tingling chill up and down my back. I touched his foot later on purpose to make sure I was correct. I was. I couldn’t believe I had grown to like him so quickly. I guess it’s because he’s so much fun and makes me laugh.

I don’t know when it was actually, I can’t remember who was there and who wasn’t. I know Barry was there all the time, but he fell asleep. Anyway, in the middle of Superman, Randall grabbed a hold of my hand. I could swear that bottle rockets shot inside of me. It was a wonderful feeling. (I think the others had left by now). We continued to watch the whole movie.

After it was over, I looked outside to see if the sun had come out yet. (I had no idea what time it was). Sure enough, the sun was shining bright. Adda had gone to her bed quite a while back. I turned to Randall that the sun was already up, and when I did, he leaned over and kissed me. Double whammy. The bottle rockets had turned into roman candles.

It wasn’t too much longer, that we were sound asleep. (Barry was snoring away on the couch, and had been for some time). Finally, we woke up about 9:30 a.m. We laughed and played and acted entirely nutso, but I loved it. I had never felt this relaxed and happy in quite some time. Randall and I started beating on Barry to make him wake up also. He did and we had pillow fights. I felt like a child, wonderful. No serious problems or conflicts bothering me. Just a good ole’ time with some neat people. New and exciting!

Well, anyway, since then, we have seen Airplane II, 48 Hours, and Friday night, Barry, Sherri (yes Sherri), Randall and I went bowling. We had a fantastic time. Randall won, and I came in third. (Sherri came in second and Barry lost). Oh, did I have a good time.

After the game, Randall came over to my house. We built a nice, roaring fire and had a great time.

Sunday he and Barry came over and we watch part of The Haunting and part of the Cowboy football game. (Guess who wanted to watch what?) We really like each other a lot and if we do, we’re going to have to get used to so many movies and music). But we’ll both grow together. That’s what he said too.

Gotta go!

Excellent weekend! Start of a big turning point in my life!

January 21, 1983 Friday

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TGIF

TGIF

TGIF

I have never in my life been so glad to see it be Friday. This has been the slowest week in history. It’s been slow for a quite a few many reasons, but the number one reason I do believe is because I haven’t seen Randall all week. He’s away at school during the weeks and comes home on weekends. Tonight we should be going somewhere. Who knows where though?

One thing good though is I registered for a class at Richland. I am taking “Introduction to Theatre.” Kevin is in my class also. I’ve been twice and it seems great so far. It should not only be an “Easy A” but a very enjoyable and fulfilling class. (2021 comment - Kevin Quattlebaum??)

Last night I finally got to visit with Keith (Rice). His dad died about a week ago, and I hadn’t a chance to see to talk with him. Anyway, we had a nice visit last night and I am so glad. He seems to be doing great. I love him so much. He’s a doll. This Wednesday, I’m going straight over to his apartment because we’re going out to eat and then visit some more. (We always have such good and interesting talks). January 31, he’s taking me to the annual banquet at work. Only big wigs go. I have to buy a cocktail dress or formal. (Preferably the preceding one). That’ll be fun to sit by his side while he’s showing off his stuff for the big wigs. (Of course, he’s not low on the totem pole himself).

Guess who’s birthday is next Friday? Mine, of course. I will be 22 years old. (I’m getting on up there). Tee hee! The only thing I know for sure that I’m doing is DeeAnn, Sherri and I are going to the Barry Manilow concert. Also, that will be the first time to see Cam since our fight. I have no desire to see him whatsoever. I guess I’ll sit on one side of the row and he’ll sit on the other side. (We’ll only be six people away). Originally, he got the tickets and had planned for all of us to go together. But due to circumstances beyond my control, I refuse to sit by him. I won’t let it ruin my evening though because I love Barry Manilow too much and since it is my birthday, I’ll have a good time despite him! What I would also like to do is after the concert, meet a bunch of my other friends at the Filling Station or someplace similar, so I can be with Randall, Barry Johnson, Kevin etc. the rest of the night. (Maybe Keith will go also). That would be lovely. I would like to spend Saturday night with just Randall, if possible. I think Mom and Dad are going out of town that weekend, so I’ll invite him over and we’ll visit and have some wine, etc. I want to really talk with him. I know a lot about him already, and what I know I like, but I still want to know more. (And I want him to know more about me). He knows more about me than I know about him.

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I don’t feel so good right now. It’s 1:25 p.m., and I actually feel rather rotten. It’s a combination of different things. It all started walking to work from the bus this morning. I was walking across a street by a signal that said “WALK” in big white letters. So what did I do? I walked. Well, little did I know, that at the same time a beige Cutlass decided to run a red light. I was in the middle of the street, and she actually sped up and hit me. She first hit my left hip. I instinctively whirled around to look at the car. Of all things, I put my left hand out as if to stop the car. (Like I really could). Anyway, when i did that, I rammed my hand on the hood ornament and it hurt. I was so infuriated, that I looked at her and pointed at the “WALK” sign to assure her that she was wrong. She just kind of shrugged and halfway apologized (IN her car). She never got out to see if I was okay, or anything. In fact, what makes me madder than anything, is that she ran on after I passed by, and deliberately ran the red light after all. The nerve of her.

A lady ran over to see if I was okay, and helped me off the street. Oh, I was agitated that it took a while to notice the pulsating pain running throughout my left hand. When I got inside the building, I took my glove off, and saw that the rim of my hand was quite red. You could see where I had hit the hood ornament. This all took place at 8:30 a.m. this morning and it still hurts quite a bit. It’s not broken or sprained, but I feel like I hit my funny bone, and yet the pain still stings. I every once in a while hurt from my elbow (which seems strange) to my pinky. Everybody here at work said that she could have gotten in big trouble if I had reported it. It’s a regular hit and run. Ooooooh! It still makes me mad to think about it.

So I won’t.

I want to leave!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I need a nap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to see Randall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE LET ME HAVE AN EXCELLENT WEEKEND, I REALLY DESERVE ONE AT THE POINT!

Good Night!

It’s 1:45 p.m. At 2:30 p.m. I have a break, then I work until 5:00 p.m. HO HUM!

2:20 p.m. - I just found out I’ve been awarded an $100 raise!

Maybe my luck is changing!!

YIPPEEEE!