In the summer when I turned 10 (that’d be 19 years ago for those of you playing at home), I was supposed to see Debbie Gibson and Tiffany at the local amusement park.
Fate, as it ends up, was in the air, along with the thunder and lighting and eventual raining out of the event.
So, in the fall, Dad took me to see…
With special guest
Now, this was back in the day of “Arena Rock” (Generational translation: Bands playing, NOT LIP SYNCING, in sold-out areanas where sports are played. Elaborate stage shows, fireworks, fire pillars, giant inflatable props, flshing lights…)
And we’re sitting in the only area where we could get tickets, The Nosebleeds.
“Why are those guys behind us sharing a cigarette?”
And I’m sure he came up with some elaborate story about it (it wasn’t a cigarette as much as it was a joint), much like they first time I found a condom. (“It’s a static bag for my chips for work.”)
Thus, changing the course of my teenage years forever. I wonder what would have happened if I would have seen Debbie and Tiffany instead… I’d probably have a minivan.