World Famous Cashier – Trulawn – MIA

Man, I screwed up my last posting. It was not intended to be some form of rhetorical posturing or attempt to solicit compliments (although they were all appreciated), but a sincere plea for new ideas. So, PSM gets the kudos for this one for actual suggestions, such as adding pictures of animals, Zen psychedelic art or famous philosophers, and reminding me that readers have a short attention span (I suffer from this myself, so I should know).

The picture loading has been a problem in the past, but maybe the latest version of eblogger will help with this. I’ll try in my next post. Short attention spans I can handle. That’s what Twitter is all about (I will be writing about this soon in a more serious essay on social software. For those who aren’t in the tech-know, Twitter is a site that allows you to post one-line messages - 140 characters to be exact - about what you’re currently doing—via the web interface, IM, or SMS. I find it all very fascinating).

Oops, I’ve already exceeded the 10 lines. Crap. Okay, here’s the question for all of you to answer:

What music/song (or sound) accompanied the loss of your virginity and where did it all take place? You can also add who the person was, year and any other interesting factoids. I’ll start (since this is my blog):

Where - The coat room of a bar in Boston (Back Bay area) called Jason’s.
Song - Diana Ross “Upside Down”
Year – 1981
Guy – Richard Something (Something is not his last name, I just don’t remember his last name. He was one of the bouncers at the bar where my friend, Alicia, worked).
Memory – This cannot be what people keep talking about.

Side Note to Notorious Lors:
Trulawn Elgin McCray Trooper is no longer working at Dominick’s. I called to find out his whereabouts, but when I started prying as to why he was “dismissed,” the woman on the phone was rather evasive – and she snickered when she said he wasn’t there anymore. So, I guess that’s the end of the rigid, rule-bound, surly, fanny-pack carrying (containing important cashier stuff), high-wasted pant wearing misfit cashier. Just remember, he was in local community theater, and I’m sure that had something to do with him being canned. Or maybe it was his super fucked up name. Or maybe it was his unfriendly checkout-line behavior (although this is more in line with the notorious Walgreens – we’ve had MANY problematic encounters at the Walgreens! Lots of serious laughter and situation comedy there. I’m LOL just thinking about it! Speaking of Walgreens, Sis, remember the lunch counter at Wags on Michigan and Chicago? Remember me going with Damien there with the three cabbage patch kids and him ordering them a glass of milk with three straws? He wore his black leather jacket, red plaid flannel pants and combat boots, and I had on that insane all-white outfit with uber-white foundation, major red lipstick and that moon white eyeshadow and my butch short-shaved haircut. Geez!! Remember the three of us drinking shots of maple syrup in my parents’ backyard in Maywood? Remember his fruit box apartment on Randolph? Remember the ants in the spaghetti sauce? And the cucumber episode? Or the time we went to the Golden Nugget and he was in his “no utensil using” phase and ate pancakes with his fingers? What about the Indian place on Broadway - Moti Mahal? Those were some good times. Man alive!). I’m guessing it’s the latter. Don’t forget – there’s always sexy B at the meat counter. Just go up to him and tell him you’re looking for a big rump roast or a 7-boner steak. That’s always a conversation starter.