Dear dumb diary sally mad men 1969

Dear dumb diary - The pool I was a lifeguard at this summer closed prematurely this year. Why you ask? BECAUSE THERE IS NO POOL LEFT!!!!!! Get this - a bunch of sweat hogs thought it would be a real gas to sneak into the pool two Fridays ago and ruin the last month of summer for the rest of us. CRETINS!

Their original idea was to drain the water out and set off fireworks in the empty pool. Turns out the clowns mixed up the crate marked dynamite with crate marked fireworks. Which is why the pool is now a ugly crater in the ground. I think the pool got blown straight to China, Ernie thinks some nice martian kid's are playing in it on the moon.

The pool getting blown to smithereens leaves me with nothing to do which drives me nuts. So I am going to Woodstock with Janice who is a real snob, but she is the only 'friend' I have that mother approves of and Janice has a car her old man lets her use.

I couldn't believe how sweet mother was when I asked if I could go. I think Mother is relieved to not have an extra kid around to tell you the truth. We never have gotten on( as the English say ), not even when I was small. I used to think all mother/ daughter pairs had lousy relationships but after working at the pool ,I know this just isn't so. I saw loads of daughter's and mom's in all sorts of swim wear sharing happy moments together. It was like watching magic happen. I wish the two of us had this bond but we don't.

Ernie's mom says all mother's and daughter's have strained relationships at this point in life because so much change is going on for both of us as women. After I go to college and get married everything will be hunky dory for me and mother. I hope she is right.But somehow in the back of my mind I doubt it.

(halfway to Woodstock) Janice saw a cute guy she had been wanting to go with for a while. She offered him a ride and the bonehead say's " only if you get rid of the square ( ernie) and the mouthy blonde (me) so we are sitting on the curb . and we have no idea where we are. Ernie is crying ,I am peeved and Janice is off to Woodstock in a red Camaro. Bitch.

Ernie thinks we show call home and get someone to come get us. That is probably what we should do but we come too far to turn back from the quest. On the bright side at least we don't have to listen to Janet go on about how hot Larry Hagman is on I dream of Jeanie.

Dear Dumb Diary;

Just when we thought our luck was gone , Ernie and I started brainstorming. We borrowed some cardboard from a dumpster and made a sign that said " Woodstock or bust" The first four people that stopped scared us so we passed on them. The last guy had normal looking eyes so hopped in his truck. We had to wait for him to finish all his milk deliveries and then he would take us there on the way home. It just so happens he knew a shortcut that bypassed all the traffic so even with all the holdups we got there faster than most people.

So Ernie and I are ATTEMPTING to walk around Woodstock to see what we can see. I bought a pair of western style fringe pants that go perfect with my Campbell soup shirt. Ernie bought a tied dyed shirt from one of the artisans from the crafts tables. People watching is one of our hobbies. It goes without saying Woodstock is a people watchers paradise if nothing else.

I am sure glad we brought an umbrella. It is raining buckets here. We have to strain a little bit to hear Canned heat and Richie Havens over the din of this wall of people talking loud as anything. Also some porta johns would have been nice. But other than that, I wouldn't trade it for anything. And to think we almost didn't make it here!

In this massive collection of strangers you will never GUESS who I ran into? No! not Jim Morrison. Although that would have been pretty neat.Roger my dad's boss ! Whose usual getup resembles Thurston Howell . Today he is naked except for a crown on his head that says king banana. Did I mention he is swimming in the world's largest mud puddle with three overfed hippie girls ?

I tried to say hello to be polite but it was pretty clear they were all in the middle of some deep mind altering dream. Ernie can't stop laughing. You would never think a guy who is nearly 60 would find this place appealing but APPARENTLY he does. People amaze me more and more everyday.

The second day we met this nice black couple from some little town in the hills, Fontaine and Big John Paul Jackson. Correction, I met this really nice couple. Ernie was sleeping most of the day.Ernie stayed up all night waiting for Jefferson airplane to come on .( he has a huge crush on a certain someone in the band and its not grace slick). They finally played , hours after they were supposed to. Ernie fell asleep right after they finished and has been sleeping ever since.

Back to Fontaine and Big John Paul Jackson.Fontaine is this very petite light skinned black lady with freckles. .Her and I are both kind of short , so John put us both on his shoulders so we could see the who. We really could see for miles and miles and miles. I doesn't get better than that.

Later that day Ernie and I shared our extra sandwiches and they shared their wine and tent. Ernie went off with some guy and said he would be back later. So the three of us talked about everything. Big John and Fontaine are thinking of moving down to Florida and working on computers for Nasa. They are both really good with technological data.I guess they don't have many options back where they are from. And they don't want to end up in service like everybody in their family.

I tell them my only dream is to not end up like my parents, but I don't know if that is possible .They both looked a little confused at this point because they idolize their parents. My father does loves me to pieces but is a everythingaholic .My mother hates her life and spreads negativity wherever she goes. I don't know if its possible not to eventually end up like them. Our family has been like this for generations. John and Fontaine both say I should aim higher and they think if anyone can break the family curse its me.

( last day )

Ernie is back, Jimi Hendrix just finished playing the national anthem and we are saying our goodbyes. Ernie's friend he spent the night with turns up and says if we buy him and his sister hot dogs and drinks at Papaya King they will drives us home. So we did. And you know what Dear dumb Diary? That was the best three hot dogs I ever had.