So It Goes

Where were you the night of the OJ car chase?

On a procrastinatory Sunday a couple of weeks ago, I was organizing my closet and found my journals from the summer of ‘94, all cursive flourishes and brightly colored inks.  So on June 17, this was my life.  I was 15.

Dried off.¹ Watched more of the U.S. Open.  Mom let me move the [cable] box into my room.  Finally watched A Fish Called Wanda on HBO, then watched Addams Family Values with Runtie. Dave not on tonight.  It’s just more OJ Simpson crap but I taped all night just in case.²

¹ I’d been to a pool party earlier in the day but I’m not sure why I apparently stayed sopping wet for the rest of the afternoon.

² As I mentioned the first time I posted this stuff, this was at the height of my obsession with David Letterman and I’d had an almost-unbroken streak³ of watching EVERY SINGLE EPISODE of The Late Show, dating back to the previous August when he moved to CBS. I absolutely remember this night, and the fact that I set the VCR on its Extended Long Play setting to ensure I’d get at least six hours of unbroken VHS action, in case the Bronco ran out of gas or whatever and they’d show Letterman later.

I also love the fact that two people had been filleted by an athletic icon and I was just concerned about whether or not I’d miss an appearance by Larry “Bud” Melman.

³ My only Dave-less evening was during the winter when a blizzard knocked the power out and kept me from seeing musical guest Aerosmith.