I normally buy my shampoo and conditioner from the co-op, but I forgot last month so I picked up some cheap Aussie stuff to tide me over until the next co-op delivery. I used it this morning and was wafted back to the apartment Ms. Lea and I shared on West Charles. So, when I got out of the shower, I decided to listen to Opal.
We lived on West Charles during spring semester, so by the end of April we were both apartment hunting and beginning to pack. I remember that spring as being sunny and warm–warm enough that I walked home from the Earth Day celebration barefoot. That day, I was wearing a vintage red paisley mini-skirt I’d gotten from Jayne, along with a black hat that belonged to Chicken-Legs Darren.
Ms. Lea and I were unable to come to an agreement concerning reasonable visiting-with-friends hours (it was also The Semester of Very Little Sleep), but we were able to reach a compromise on music. That spring was filled with Opal, the Velvet Underground, Jesus and Mary Chain, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Nine Inch Nails, T. Rex, Sisters of Mercy, and the Birthday Party.
That was also the spring that Pandora (this blog’s namesake) was born. She’s sixteen now and brimful of piss and vinegar. I had no idea she’d be with me so long when I brought that itty bitty kitten home.
red paper boat 