It's Still Rock and Roll to Me!
by JR
Greg, Scooby, Rob(Constable), Jill and Barry
Hey BOO CREW - Thanks for a great time!!! You are the best friends a girl could ever have - I thought it was really nice of you all to work so hard to put on such a nice party. It was one of the best parties ever! I wish there was some way I could tell each and every one of you how much I appreciate what you do and that you let me come to the party, too.I don't know about y'all, but I had a great BOO!Here's my personal recap of my purely clean (darn it!) fun on Saturday night:
I had my first BOO date in decades - I was escorted in on the arm of a fine gentleman.Then I took a peek at a studmuffin's hot green undies and got all wet.The boys at Dennyville offered to check the color of my undies for me.Bernie declared me the winner of the wet T-shirt contest.Mike & Cindy said they'd pay to watch me strip.Elvis selected me to be his personal companion.I even got lei-ed twice � first by the Constable and then by the Maestro!How lucky can one girl get in one BOO weekend?
What actually happened was this:
I couldn't take any of my pain-killer drugs until after I drove out to the party site, so when I got there, I could not walk in. My kind friend Barry saw my distress and waited with me by my car while the pills took effect. He then held my elbow for me so I could at least give people the illusion that I was walking as I entered the gate. Later, it started getting cold and the discussion turned to how everyone was going to keep warm and my friend said he had worn his long-johns. He turned up the hem of his jeans to show me. As he was doing this, he accidentally spilled his jug of water on my shirt. Turns out his long johns were an incredible electric green color. I remarked that I had also brought some along to change into in case it got colder, but they were not the same color. The "boys" offered to check them out for me. That's when Bernie noticed the "wet T-shirt." About that time, I decided I was cold enough to go change, and got the offer of payment if others could watch me do that! (not seriously, of course- I'm sure they have much better things to do for fun & don't even have to part with cash to do them...)Later on, Po Parsley showed up in full Elvis regalia, and or course, Elvis must have body guards.Getting lei-ed at BOO? well, that needs no explanation. There are photos...
Like I said - all just good, clean fun - I was a hippie child, but times have changed. Sex, drugs & rock & roll ain't quite what they used to be. Now, for me anyway, the sex is all word play and the drugs are by prescription, but at least the music is still rocking and the lasers still scream!!! !
I had my first BOO date in decades - I was escorted in on the arm of a fine gentleman.Then I took a peek at a studmuffin's hot green undies and got all wet.The boys at Dennyville offered to check the color of my undies for me.Bernie declared me the winner of the wet T-shirt contest.Mike & Cindy said they'd pay to watch me strip.Elvis selected me to be his personal companion.I even got lei-ed twice � first by the Constable and then by the Maestro!How lucky can one girl get in one BOO weekend?
What actually happened was this:
I couldn't take any of my pain-killer drugs until after I drove out to the party site, so when I got there, I could not walk in. My kind friend Barry saw my distress and waited with me by my car while the pills took effect. He then held my elbow for me so I could at least give people the illusion that I was walking as I entered the gate. Later, it started getting cold and the discussion turned to how everyone was going to keep warm and my friend said he had worn his long-johns. He turned up the hem of his jeans to show me. As he was doing this, he accidentally spilled his jug of water on my shirt. Turns out his long johns were an incredible electric green color. I remarked that I had also brought some along to change into in case it got colder, but they were not the same color. The "boys" offered to check them out for me. That's when Bernie noticed the "wet T-shirt." About that time, I decided I was cold enough to go change, and got the offer of payment if others could watch me do that! (not seriously, of course- I'm sure they have much better things to do for fun & don't even have to part with cash to do them...)Later on, Po Parsley showed up in full Elvis regalia, and or course, Elvis must have body guards.Getting lei-ed at BOO? well, that needs no explanation. There are photos...
Like I said - all just good, clean fun - I was a hippie child, but times have changed. Sex, drugs & rock & roll ain't quite what they used to be. Now, for me anyway, the sex is all word play and the drugs are by prescription, but at least the music is still rocking and the lasers still scream!!! !
Thanks Scheckites - Great party - Great fellowship!!! Rock on!!!
