7 MORE Things You Don't Know About Me

First off--I am SO sorry about that whiney post yesterday.  Here I cleverly gave away candy to winners of the "I Never Win Anything" Whiners prize on MY blog and then I immediately get a hissy fit over never getting any awards.  GET A LIFE, VINTAGE CHRISTINE.  Jeez.  And second, thank you so much for all your kind words and I promise never to whine again.  Unless it's totally justified, of course.  Like when you find a piece of McCoy pottery for a quarter, or something.

Since I know you've been on pins and needles waiting to find out seven things you don't know about me, let's get to it, shall we?

1.  One day, in the mid-70's, I managed to be thinner than any of my sisters.  Here is photographic proof (that's me on the right with younger sister Susie).  Sadly, the next day I went back to being fatter than any of them, which has continued to this day.  Oh well.

2.   I have been photographed nude.  As you can plainly see, I was obviously destined for a life of chubby. 

3.  I "did" various hallucinogens in college and here I am tripping my brains out at a concert at the University of Alabama in the early 70s.  It was probably mescaline, which I preferred over LSD, but I DID do the actual original Owlsley acid, woo hoo!  Suffice it to say that when my mother showed up, not only unannounced but all dressed up like a hippie with floppy hat and stripey pants with lace down the side, I had the hardest time of my life trying to keep from running away screaming and tearing my hair out.  I do have to say, though, that I would now KILL to have those glasses!

4.  My sister Sally and I shared an apartment in Los Angeles in the 80's (and I will not bring up the fact that she left the bedroom window open one day and we got robbed, damn it) and since we were one of 5 people in LA who didn't own a car, we took the bus to work each day.  We got to know an older lady who, it turned out, was James B. Sikking's personal secretary.  At the time, "Hill Street Blues" was a huge hit and when she offered to get us a signed photograph we were thrilled!  She invited us to come over to her apartment that weekend for lunch and we got the photo AND our first experience with creamed chipped beef on toast.  We loved the gift.  Not so much the food.

5.   I met my favorite Beach Boy, Carl Wilson, in the lobby of the Hotel Claremont in Berkeley.  He invited my friend and I to their after-party which I was unable to attend due to a newly discovered allergic reaction to griddle fry (we'd eaten at IHOP prior to the show).  

6.  When I was about 10, I started a comic strip called The Adventures of Betsy Brown.  This evolved into a full-blown three-dimensional ranch covering half my bedroom floor, full of hand-drawn people and animals (mostly horses) and buildings.  I'm sure Mom threw it all away at some point, but here's small re-creation I did.  I had so much fun making these yesterday that I might expand the new ranch.  Betsy's pals are Pinkie the cat, Goldie the dog and Ernest the miniature horse.  You thought he was going to be named Brownie, didn't you?

  (Yes Miz Chicken, those ARE the Grand Mammo Mountains)

 

7.  I used to like this.  A LOT.

So there you have it.  I'm now going to KILL Blogger--it has taken me forever to write this post due to them SAVING NOW every 10 seconds.  Aaaaaccccckkkkk!!!!!