Things I Shouldn't Have Done

Today the Joan Jett song, "I Hate Myself For Loving You" was on the radio, and I enjoyed a flashback to my college days.  For some reason, the year AFTER the Joan Jett concert at our university was what I was thinking about.  It was a really bad choice on the part of the student leadership, a school popular with financial majors, thus financially conservative, hired Bobcat Goldthwaite for a comedy show. 

I was a member of the board or something, I really can't remember.  But I was expected to be there to assist the roadies if needed while they were setting up, and if you were lucky you'd get to meet Bob.  I was just biding my time before going out to a bar with Brenda and Anthony, although we were definitely going to see the show.  The three of us were pretty liberal and irreverent at the time. 

So, there I was in my tight jeans, plain V-neck shirt and jean jacket, with my pale blonde long, wavy rock and roll hair, watching these guys set up the stage.  I did not look like the other preppy kids who were there to assist.  So, one of the roadies came up to me and asked me if I could sell him some pot.  I told him I didn't do that but I could probably introduce him to someone who might be able to help him out.  I got Brenda, and the roadie met us at the entrance to the dorms, and I signed him in (NYC school, guards!)  I went to a guy's room, introduced them, and they went into the room while Brenda and I made sure nobody else was around in the hallway.  The guy was thrilled and asked us if we wanted to party with them all, and of course we were not interested.  He was confused, why in the world would I help him when we weren't interested at all in hanging with Bob or getting high for free.  I just explained I was there to help, as directed by the upper level people on the committee. 

Anyway, the show was a bomb.  Financial majors do not find Bob funny at all.  Brenda and Anthony and I laughed our brains out, at the lack of response and at the jokes.  Then the roadie dragged me back after the show to meet Bob.  I really didn't want to, but didn't have a choice.  When I walked into the room, Bob did a double-take, I looked more hippie next to all the kids in suits and preppie clothes.  The roadie told him I "helped" them out tonight, and Bob was all happy and thanked me profusely.  I shook his hand, got a flag signed for Pat Norton (a guy from the dorms) and ran out of there so fast.  It was face time at the Raccoon, after all!!! 

So many memories, meaningless out of the moment, but so fun to remember.  :-)