Party-Time in The 70's

     She talked about remembering the wild social mores of the party scene in the 1970’s.

      Pills meant the promise of a real good time.

      They were colorful.   Serious partiers would judge the greatness of a party by the variety they anticipated  - yellow, green or red pills.  Names of the magic stimulants were not bandied about, only colors.

      No she didn’t participate.  She claimed to be afraid of ANY drug related condiment.

      Never smoked weed nor pot or, whatever else marijuana was called.  She said people toked up.  Not her or close friends – too risky – might ruin their future.

      Liquor was always flowing.

      A drink in hand, great music and psychedelic lighting gave a party enough verve for most.

      In the 70’s sexual promiscuity, rampant and tempting, challenged even the strongest among them.  Her next words, solemnly shared, told of losing her man to another woman.  Still she remembers demurely fending off the sexual advances of men looking for a good time with her.  Business meetings were no different.  Guys were treacherous.  But a subtle scoot of her chair discouraged the possibility promised by his hand moving along her thigh under cover of the conference table. She said she never caved.  Surrendering to temptation at parties, meetings or wherever would invite a label she did not want.  It was easy to turn a cold shoulder.   I’m thinking it was just as easy not to make that decision.  The choice was hers.

      She spoke about the disaster of Aids.  Aids put a halt to considering sexual escapades with even legitimate available prospects. 

      Time and circumstances move us along through the stages of our lives to a point where maturity finally informs us.  Many can be grateful for the blessing of surviving foolish choices.

      Oh why oh why can’t a favorite entertainment icon of mine be so blessed?

      I’m thinking it’s because he was a brilliantly adorable entertainer with a fabulous message.    That juxtaposed against his partying escapades keeps the news cycle going. 

      What good does the incessant and expanding coverage accomplish?

      Not much, I’m thinking.  To me, it is only miserable.