I started this site back in August of 2005.
Since then I have received some amazing emails from people. Mitch Fans. Comedy Fans.
Almost all of them are really amazing and I love getting them….some have been pretty meanish.
Anyway, there are several that I haven’t replied to yet, and I ‘m sorry. Since I got my Blackberry back in November, some emails get trapped in a limbo somewhere between my Blackberry and my actual computer and then I don’t know which ones that I have saved, read or not….Anyway, It’s my fault really, as I’m the type of person who , once things get a little behind - I tend to let them get really behind…(READ:A.D.D)
Anyway - one of the coolest things is that some people from my past have contacted me. My cousin that I haven’t seen since I was a kid wrote me an email…..my nephew contacted me.
Also, some old friends. Di and Margaret.
About a month ago I opened an email from my high school pal Margaret A. I haven’t talked to her in like…..8 or 9 years. I’m not very good at keeping in contact with people and I say that’s a good arguement for keeping your maiden name (so you can be googled) - or maybe not, depending on whether you want to be ‘found’ or not….
Anyway, Margaret and I went to high school together, but mainly became friends in University….I remeber first meeting her in about grade 10 or 11. I was having a party at my place that weekend ‘cos my Dad was out of town and she came up and asked me if she could come….I said ‘Yes’. I don’t remember the party very well - me and my friend Sarah Smith started drinking too early ( I probably had about 3 drinks - that was all it took) ‘cos we were nervous that nobody would show up. Well - people did show up. Remember parties in high school where the entire school (and most kids from other high schools) came? Well, that’s what this one was like. I rememer that I had already puked on my front lawn before things even got started….
When we were about 16 or 17, Margaret and I went on a trip to Montreal, all by ourselves. We took the train. I think that we were drinking Rye and Coke out of Coke cans on the train. I remember puking before the train got to it’s final destination….
We were staying with my stepsister in Montreal, but were bascially on our own……and we went nuts. It’s all a montage of young girl debauchery in my mind now. At the time we were both fairly Punk Rock with a New Romatic edge and a generous dash of Rude Girl (ska)….we had both dyed each other’s hair with Clairol home dying kits many a time.
One night - I can’t remeber who - came up with the idea of colouring our bangs with Magic Marker. It looked great. One had blue the other red - and we headed out on the town….We didn’t have fake ID or anything but somehow we were getting served at the bars left, right and centre.
So there we were, out on the town. Going from bar to bar….and it started raining. As we walked down the street to find another place to party - I looked over at Margaret and saw ink running down her face just as she saw some running down mine….it looked ridiculous.
We wiped or faces and went on our way….there were so many things that happened that week…a frat party that included a real pig’s head as a form of decoration; Margaret and I in a limo full of French male strippers*; our declaration of love for said strippers as we told them we were “virgins, but they could kiss us if they wanted” ; both of us making out with a french punk rocker named Louis; us getting into a fist fight over Louis; getting lost a few times.
Then we lived together in University. Margaret had a Cleopatra haircut - thus was calles Cleo by all. I had crazy punky hair and sometimes wore a pony-tail on the top of my head. I was nick named ‘Pebbles’ or ‘Pinneapple Head’ or once this girl from school told me that her and her boyfriend referred to me as ‘That Cindy Loo Girl ” (from the Grinch).
We had various boyfriends thru’ University. I once dated this guy called Felix…he was older than us. It turned out that his name was Felix because he used to be a burglar and the cops called him “Felix the Cat”…..
Anyway, the last time I saw Margareat was in TO. We haden’t seen each other for a few years before that…..or talked either - until she emailed me in January. I phoned her the other day and she made me laugh. She now lives in Montreal…
I started this blog after Mitch died…
I find, in death, Mitch has connected me with so many people…thanks.
* Later, upon reflection, I’m sure these male dancers were indeed very gay.