The Girl I Want or the Essence of the Eighties
Either 12/13/89 or 12/12/
I'm not sure
Hello, [something I can't read], yo, what's up. I'm sorry it took me so long to write it's just that I've been really pressured in school. I just handed in a paper comparing the french and Russian revolutions.
It was 25 pages long - computer paper pages. Holy shit! I never wrote anything like that in my life. I better a good grade on it.
What should I write about? I'm not sure. Life's fine. Dara(the girl I want) still doesn't know who I am (or at least acts that way) that sucks but as four wise men once said
obladi oblada life goes on la la la la life goes on.
We have a math test tomorrow. I really hope I get at least an A because la[s]t test I got a C. It's about function[?] and although I understand what we're doing I really should be studying my ass off.
5 more days of school left in the 80's holy shit! It would be nice if I get Dara before New Years [????!!!] Anyway 4 week[s] from today I'm going to see Billy Joel (row 3) and 8 days from today I'm going to Killington. Skiing I can't wait.
Oh, tomorrow I'm probably going to the Paul McCartney concert. He should be singing Beatle tunes as well as solo and wings songs. We don't have tickets but we'll buy them from Scalpers.
I really don't have much more to write so write back quickly. Please print. [like he should talk!]
have a happy Hanuka
[Song lyrics here]
[last page - diagram of Oren's room with Dara's part of the bed helpfully pointed out]
I still didn't give scott the letter because we have no [?] off together and JSA was cancelled this last two weeks.
This, for a change, is a letter from someone I remember. At least, I sort of remember him. I'm pretty sure I met Oren at some sort of Junior Statesmen/Debate Club thing in Washington D.C. or Virginia, or Maryland, or some other equally appropriate locale for a class trip. The weird thing is that although I had a crush on Oren's friend I couldn't tell you anything about him, not even his name. He's just a vague, tall, blond, memory. We did some serious hand holding. And even slept together. As in SLEPT, as in sleeping, snoozing, snoring, dreaming, eyes shut and clothing intact. But we did hold hands.
*Sigh*. What an innocent time. Can you imagine meeting some guy now that you think is attractive and spending your first night together lying next to each other holding hands?
In any case, Oren was a friend of the guy who slept next to me and held my hand and rubbed my arm to help me relax becuase I was nervous that I WAS LYING NEXT TO HIM AND HE WAS TALL, AND BLONDE AND CUTE AND SMART AND HE WAS HOLDING MY HAND!!! They both went to high school together in Long Island. At the time I lived in New Jersey and Long Island seemed almost as far away as California, but not quite, because my grandmother lived in Great Neck. That's on Long Island for those of you who don't know the area. Still - the distance was enough that Oren wrote me letters from Long Island and I guess I wrote back. That much, I don't remember.
This letter to me is like eau d'eighties. Check out the Beatles lyrics, the drawing of Oren's room, the ski trip, I mean it just goes on and on.
Here are the questions I'm left with:
1. What did Oren do with his life? I can sort of imagine that he lives in New York City now and does something in finance, or maybe law, but whatever it is, it definitely involves a suit, and a tie and an apartment, UPtown, like a nice one bedroom in the east seventies over between second and third. And he's probably involved in some sort of sports team thing, like a weekend soccer league, and he drinks beers with his buddies after work at the uptown neighborhood bars where they watch the game (whichever one is on) and yell stuff at each other.
(I have seven more minutes to post this and then I have to leave for my second job!! So I totally apologize for any and all bad grammar, illegible writing, and stupid stuff in general, both above and below)
2. What happened to the hand-holding blond guy? Is he still out there? What's his name? Was he really that nice?
3. Did Oren "get" Dara? (you'll have to read the letter)
4. Is Oren out there? Oren - are you out there?
In the question below I show my utter and total ignorance of popular culture, but
5. Who on earth are those lyrics from - the ones that begin with "her majesty" on the last page of his letter?