Had plans to go to the drive-in that's like 3 hours away tomorrow to see The Lost Boys. The sax guy would be playing there at a bonfire. Would have been my kid's first drive-in experience.
I say would have, because suddenly the weather report was saying it was going to rain pretty heavily. The report got worse and worse, basically saying there's a better than 50% chance of rain starting at 1pm then running all night.
Just like the one-big day on Saturday in Sleepy Hollow. So I went ahead and canceled the hotel. I'm going to eat the tickets, but whatever. Kind of a bummer, but the one upside is this:
When I first heard about doing it, I was hesitant because The Lost Boys is a summer movie for me. I never watch it at Halloween.
I still distinctly remember the summer of '87. I was still 16 years of age, and a virgin. I sometimes wonder how the teen life works nowadays, because back then the quest to NOT be a virgin was all-consuming. It was the height of embarrassment to have to admit that you were a virgin.
Is that still a thing now? I sort of feel like maybe kids nowadays are a little more promiscuous than we were, but that's based mostly on the episodes of Loveline I listened to back in the 90's where you could hear 12-14 years olds calling in and saying blowjobs were basically a way of saying hello.
Either way, there was a night where my parents were going out of town and I had a couple of friends over, and we got WASTED. Sometime after midnight it was down to just me and one friend, and we were feeling horny so we basically thought we'd invite over this neighborhood girl who was known to be a little promiscuous. She lived down the street at her mom's house, but her dad's house was only two doors up from me.
(I had known this girl since she was like 10, since we grew up in the same neighborhood. About a year prior to the night I'm about to describe, we'd called her over to have drinks one time and I'd ended up making out with her a bit.)
She comes over. That's where my memory gets super hazy. The only thing I remember is drinking more, laughing, and then it's just me and her and I'm fucking her, and I'm discovering how hard it is to fuck in a pool--water washes away natural lubrication and makes it a bit painful.
And I remember waking up on the couch in the morning with only jeans on. No underwear.
The knowledge that now I wasn't a virgin anymore. I felt pretty good. And obviously wanted to do it again.
I called her up, asked if she wanted to go out to dinner with me. She said yes, so I took her out to dinner and more sex afterward. I figured we were dating at that point, and the next night I double dated with my brother and his girlfriend, and we went to see The Lost Boys at the GB theater that used to be near the courthouse.
Afterward I took her to her mom's house, but her mom was home. I wanted to fuck--so she's like, come on. She pulled me around to the dark side yard of one of her neighbors and we fucked in the grass on the side of the house. At one point I had to hold my hand over her mouth because people walked by.
We banged over the next week and then it just sort of...fizzled away.
But that's why part of me doesn't wanna ever watch LB outside of summer...it's firmly cemented into my being as a summer movie, tied to all those memories.