Saturday, January 27, 2018
27/Serial
In 1961 New York University practically surrounded Washington Square Park. Something interesting was always going on in the park, especially on balmy evenings like this one, and we were strolling in that direction when we heard the music. Inside a fraternity house a live band with an aggressive saxophone was playing a Top 40 tune. We moved closer and could see couples dancing inside. The girls wore their dark hair in exaggerated bouffants. The boys wore yarmulkes. And togas. Jen said, "I wanna dance." Cathy said, "They'll never let us in." And then I said,
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"Why don't we buy some bagels and make pasties out of them?"/"Why don't we fashion lampshade-like creations out of our clothes, put them on our heads, and offer to be the lives of the party?"/"Why don't we stand under that open window and rave about our Bubbes' delicious gefilte fish?"
ReplyDeleteLOLOL I'll be laughing all afternoon . . .
ReplyDeleteAh, I see now who was the ringleader.
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